Mom looked like she'd been crying and dad looked pissed.
So pissed that it was uncomfortable.
"Honey, I don't know where I can hug you," Mom sobbed silently, her eyes red and desperate. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just fine," I said quickly, not wanting to deal with any dramatics from dad.
"No, you're not," she cried harder.
Dad stood there, silent, his eyes scanning me like he was trying to piece something together.
"Sweetie, he says he's fine," Dad sighed, as if that was the end of it.
Lucas cleared his throat. "The kid he saved is fine as well."
Shit.
"Fuck off," I hissed without hesitation.
"Tyler!" Dad snapped at me.
"It's the medicine. It's no issue," I said, dismissing it before he could get too mad.
"Bullshit, I know my son," despite my dad's sour face I could hear a hint of approval in his voice.
Silence.
This was so damn awkward.
"Well this is clearly a family deal," Lance said back up slowly. "We'll talk soon, bro. I owe you one."
"Damn right you do," I muttered.
