"Why would I lie to you?" Ethan draped his arm around Quinton's shoulder and patted his chest with his other hand. "Don't worry, bro. You are Joan's brother, so you are also my brother. I only want the best for you!"
"But you are Ace's friend, so how good can you be?" Quinton frowned and looked at the man's arm in disgust, restraining the urge to cut it off. Years of bloody battles had made him wary of people and unfamiliar with intimate interactions.
"No, no, no. I am no longer his brother. From now on, I will cut ties with that cold-blooded and heartless man!" Ethan crossed his arms, and smiled earnestly. "I am now your brother, so I will listen to everything you say. And I wasn't joking earlier. If you want, I can bring you to the plastic surgeon and let him see if your face can be reconstructed."
"Sure." Quinton nodded, the defensiveness in his eyes fading slightly.