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“Hey, if you think you’re not up to this…” Ty addressed Will quietly as the Arrowheads headed for the military aircraft waiting on the lawn of the White House.
“I’m fine, Ty,” Will muttered.
“No, you’re not,” Ty sighed. “You’re clearly not yourself. I can speak to the admiral…”
“At this time?” Will scoffed gesturing at the military chopper whose blades were already turning with speed. “Have any idea how pissed the admiral would be if we pull a stunt like that?” he chuckled.
Ty signed. “I know. Maybe all that excessive workout must have taken its toll on you.”
“Huh?” Will looked confused.
“I mean you do look great but maybe you worked yourself too hard.” Ty pointed out.