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Spencer lowered his head. He already knew what Justice would say next: Real boys don't cry. But instead, Justice put a finger under Spencer's chin and lifted his head, so he had no choice but to look into Justice's eyes. A tingling sensation spread from where Justice's skin touched his own. “I'm your vice captain. If you have something to cry about, you come crying to me. Understand?" Spencer tried to speak, but his mouth was drier than a dirt field in a drought, so he nodded. Justice wrapped an arm around his shoulders and they walked back to the pitch together just in time for the game to start.