Justin nodded solemnly. Feeling Ernie's hand on his shoulder, he was reminded of all the times he and Ernie had survived through hardships of various kinds, and had come out better friends. The fight the other night... he had no doubt things would end the same way, with the two of them best mates, as they were supposed to be.
He turned and wrapped his arms around Ernie's waist in a hug, stuffing his face against his best mate's jacket as another tear fell.
"I'm sorry about everything this weekend, mate. I was drunk, said some dumb things... but no matter what, you'll always be my best mate."