"If Leo's angry, let him be," Noah said, stepping closer. "He'll come around when he realizes the truth. And if he doesn't… then that's his issue, not yours. You saved his life, Johnathan. That's all that matters."
For a long moment, Johnathan didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the floor. Then, slowly, he nodded.
His shoulders relaxed slightly, as he let out a sigh.
"Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "I just… I felt like I betrayed him, maybe I was paranoid."
Lionel smirked faintly, slapping a hand on Johnathan's shoulder. "Yeah, well, don't make me say it again. You're not getting any more psychiatrist talks out of me."
A faint, almost reluctant chuckle escaped Johnathan's lips. Noah watched them both, his expression still calm.
"Good," Noah said. "Now like I said before. Stay sharp, and let me know if there's any change in Leo's condition."
"Yes, Boss," Johnathan and Lionel said in unison, their voices steady now.
