"I'm sorry…" He apologized.
"Don't be. It's my own fault for being rusty," Julius chuckled.
"--Still, I should've listened."
"Maybe, maybe not. You made your own call, though. I'm not going to say I was happy about it, but you did stay there–you chose to fight alongside me, and it looks like you saved your old man's ass," Julius smiled.
The pat on the shoulder he received from his father sent a jolt of pain through his body, causing him to wince as Julius nervously retreated his hand with a "My bad."
"Emilio, do you remember what happened?" Julius asked.
Of course, he'd been racking his brain on that question himself. There wasn't much else he could do but sit with his thoughts, anyway.
He shrugged his shoulders, sitting up against the wall, "...I remembered you defending me, then…I sorta blacked out from there."
"...I see…" Julius said.
"But, I remembered bits and pieces–mostly how I felt during that blackout," he said.
