Foxy looked across the room to make eye contact with Goldie. It dawned upon him how much of an idiot he had been in life, and seeing as he was with him, it'd be better late than never.
"I'm sorry." Foxy spoke.
"Sorry for what?" Goldie asked.
"For being such an idiot. Especially shoving you into his jaw." He replied
"Oh, right."
"I'm sorry for calling you a crybaby and abusing the fact you got into tears easily."
"It's okay..."
"It's not okay, I was a horrible brother; scaring you, calling you a crybaby and generally being mean. I should've care for you, made you happy, support you when you cried, think about things, and have more love for you, after all, that's what brothers are for, right?"
"I guess..." without either of them mentioning a word, they enveloped each other in their arms and hugged tightly.
