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Bryan rubbed his right temple, feeling a headache coming on. Quincy eyed him before looking away. "Why are you okay with this?"

"Why aren't you?" Quincy's eyes came back to him, then rested on his hands. His eyebrows furrowed.

"She's your daughter."

"This isn't about her." He spoke so calmly. As opposed to the worry in Bryan's voice.

"How is it not? This concerns her too. It's her child."

"It's his child as well. And our grandson."

"I can't believe this is coming from you." He shook his head, crossing his legs and looking away.

"This isn't about me either."

"Damn it man!"