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James walked over to Ty and pulled Ty's right arm over his shoulder, getting all the weight off his injured ankle. "Ty, what the hell were you thinking?" James asked him.
"I'm sick and tired of dealing with her shit." Ty responded, his tone making it clear that he was still angry.
"I know you are. And I've realized that I've let it get out of hand. Ty... I'm sorry. I really am." James admitted that he had let Ty down.
"It's alright." Ty said gently. "You were focused on Nuata, and I get that."
"That still doesn't make it right." James insisted.
"I'm sick and tired of dealing with her shit." Ty responded, his tone making it clear that he was still angry.
"I know you are. And I've realized that I've let it get out of hand. Ty... I'm sorry. I really am." James admitted that he had let Ty down.
"It's alright." Ty said gently. "You were focused on Nuata, and I get that."
"That still doesn't make it right." James insisted.