Robert laughed, not bothered in the least by the words. "Yes, and if I had gotten my ass whipped, then I would have lied too and said that I'd let you win, but don't worry, I won't tell anyone just how badly I beat you, and if it makes you feel better, then you can even believe your own lies. It's fine. Whatever you need to do to cope with the disappointment."
His grin barely changed as the waiter approached to get their order, and Robert joked with him just as easily as he had with G until the guy left, and his attention was on his brother again.
"Thank you for this. I was getting restless at the base. I'm discovering that I'm a bigger adrenaline junkie that I thought." Back at home, when he wasn't piloting a Falcon, he had a car or a bike or something to scratch that itch. "The best bike rides were down a mountain, with no helmet, no rails, no protective clothes, knowing that every turn could mean a dive off that mountain. Not something that I'd tell my men since we represent the US government and we shouldn't do something like violating local speed limits, but God, it's damn exiting. This was good too, and I got to beat you, which makes it better," he teased.