Damon stepped forward and pulled his brother into a quick, rough hug. "You idiot," he muttered, voice thick. "Just stop thinking and take a fucking break. I know you lent me the money and not Dad. Think of this as my turn to repay you. Stop getting so fucking emotional. Can you just take a break for a couple of days? How about we have a serious chat after that?"
John looked like he wanted to say something, but Damon raised a finger. "First, take a break, and then we can talk, okay? Nothing is going to happen immediately. There is plenty of time for you to get stronger and get back to being the perfect son, brother, and husband."
John swallowed and then smiled. He did not argue anymore and gave a simple nod. "Thanks."
"What are you both talking about?" Damon's mother walked over. She saw the fishing pole in John's hand and, to everyone's surprise, she instantly became overjoyed.
