Tony had not even had the energy to argue much after that and had simply left the place.
It was not his first rodeo and he had suffered heartbreak before so he knew that all he had to do was call his boys over, and drink away his worries while talking about and doing meaningless sh*t.
When he woke up the next morning, he would shelf this heartbreak into the deepest recesses of his mind and be on his way.
That was exactly what he had done… or planned on doing anyway.
His boys had come over and comforted him in a manly way, which was literally just them making fun of his situation till he had no choice but to join them in laughing at himself.
By the time they were ready to move on to their next agenda which was to drink themselves unconscious, one of them remembered that Porto had a game that evening.
