The struck match illuminated Giovanni’s face as he lit his cigarette. He took a long drag before handing it to his son. Silver held it between his fingers, taking a short puff that tingled in his throat.

Giovanni laced his fingers together. “I heard from my men that you and your friends absolutely thrashed them.”

Silver smiled around another puff of the cigarette. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“I can see how much you’ve grown, Silver. I’m proud of you.”

The words tingled in Silver’s chest like the smoke. His smile widened.

“Now help me rebuild team Rocket.”

“… Yeah, alright, old man.”