"You're not still sulking about this, are you?" Ty scorned, coming into the kitchen. He went straight for the coffee machine to pour himself a fresh mug.
"No," Priestly replied, his tone somewhat resentful.
"I said I was sorry, son," the older man told him.
"Yeah, I know."
Ty rolled his eyes, then took a seat across from Priestly. "I did it for you. To save your life. To save your soul."
"Whatever. I don't care."
Priestly pushed his chair away from the table and left the kitchen, stomping his feet ever so slightly.