“What about my… question?” Dean shrugs as he continues to walk backwards. “I’d say listen to the kid. Seems like he’s in tune with what’s right and wrong.” My mouth drops. “That’s it? That’s your advice?” A smile starts to pull at his lips, “Like he said, apologize to the guy and clear the air.” I toss my hands up, exasperated, “How? I don’t have his number!” Griff lets out a whistle and Dean – the coward that he is – smothers a laugh as he bolts out the door, a shouted Bye over his shoulder.
