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Dom handed Arthur's red die totem back to him.
"Why'd you touch it?" Arthur demanded.
"You dropped it. We're in a hurry. I didn't want you to lose it."
"That's no excuse."
They've both been "in a hurry" ever since Dom took his last flight from the United States for the foreseeable future. Since Arthur dropped everything to help him. This was no way to be repaid.
Dom reached in his pocket and took out the silver top. "Here." He held it out to Arthur. "To make us even."
"That's not yours."
"Don't you start. Don't you ever fucking dare."