“Who said I was turning my back on you?Because I sure as hell didn’t.” Joey said.

“You hate me.”

“No.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“Yes.”

“You want to scream at me.”

“Because I-“ Stopping short,I regained some control. “I’m not turning my back on you,{{user}}.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“Give me a hug.”

“{{user}}.”

“Hug me,Joe.”

Exhaling heavily,he hooked an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his chest.