"I'm not going to get into a fight," at least not a physical one. Slav was not that dumb, and only Bianca would have said otherwise. Gor was wrong, at least about him thinking that it was somehow not a big deal that the Oldest decided to rough him up. That was not cool. Not ever. "It is a big deal Gor. He needs to know that."
Nik had actually been acting decent, more than decent, lately. The whole thing with the kick in the gut comment aside, he had actually apologized. And then given Slav something he thought long lost. That model car that was sitting in a place of pride in the center of his desk.
Hopefully whatever the hell was up Nik's ass now, it would be ironed out and he would get himself together and start acting like a brother again.
He sighed and shook his head at being asked to let it go. "I can't Gor. It just isn't right." And he could not simply keep letting Nik tell him what to do, even by just staying silent, not if this kind of thing was happening. If Nik had hit him, he would not have been nearly as upset as what had happened.
With one hand, he reached out to pat the Littlest on the shoulder. "Get some sleep," he repeated. "I'll see you tomorrow." And with that he turned to leave, intent on calling the Oldest out to explain this BS, out the door before Gor could try to continue any protests.