“You lied to me, Sam.” Michael says as he strips off his shirt – showing the battle scars that map across his skin like the story of his life.

He lowers his eyes into his half-empty bottle of beer. “You’d have done the same, brother. I told you what you needed to hear.”

“I needed the truth. I needed you to not work against me.”

Sam’s hand snaps out, grabbing his shoulder tight enough to leave a mark – staring him down. “I’m on your side, Mike. Even when you aren’t.”

He nods, slowly, leaning in until their lips touch. “I know.”