Ethan sighed, a weary familiarity settling over him as he stepped quickly between the two elders, prying them apart before their argument could escalate. He already knew what Hank was about to say, and he knew Regis wouldn't allow him the satisfaction of finishing it.
With the ease of long practice, Ethan produced a fine bottle of spirits and pressed it into Hank's hand, a silent request for peace. The old man, never one to resist needling his rival, only arched a brow at Regis. A mischievous glimmer sparked in his eyes as he winked, the unspoken message clear: Push me again and I'll drag all your secrets into the light.
