Wolf didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he turned his head away from Max, his gaze falling to the side. It wasn't the type of reaction Max had expected. Still, it wasn't exactly telling either. If anything, it made Max think that maybe Wolf was just embarrassed, ashamed, even, about the condition he was in.
After all, a person like Wolf, the leader of the Pit, a man who had built his name and reputation through blood and fists, ending up in such a beaten and bruised state… it had to mean he'd run into someone seriously strong. Someone who could even push him to his limit.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Max said, his voice calm as he leaned back and settled deeper into his hospital bed. "But you did a lot to help me out, and you took on more damage than you ever should have. If it was because of me… then I owe you. I should compensate you fairly."
"It's not that…" Wolf replied quietly, his voice tense as he clenched his hand into a fist.
