The doors banged open before we reached the front steps. Marco came out first, his grin wide enough to see from orbit, and he grabbed me in a hug that my ribs did not appreciate.
"Bro! You absolute legend! You broke Julian's hand! On camera!"
"My ribs, Marco."
He released me with the grace of a golden retriever remembering that the thing it was licking was actually a cat. "Right. Sorry. But you broke his hand!"
Jaime appeared behind Marco, shirtless and already flexing. "The muscles witnessed your triumph, brother. Sakura herself would weep at the beauty of your combat. Each strike was a love letter to the art of violence."
"Thanks, Jaime."
