Derek was quiet, carefully wiping the blood from her split knuckles and gauging whether they would need stitches, or just bandages. "Just because I think slavery is a good thing doesn't mean I don't understand what it's like to have your world come crashing down around you," he said, quietly. Allison had mentioned Paige, and maybe the comparison was fair. Paige had been his first love, and if she came back, he would undoubtedly drop everything to be with her again.
Which was partially why he didn't understand Allison's hesitance. Or Scott's.
Once her hands had been wiped clean he stood, turned his back and changed cloths, getting a new one damp and lathering it with soap.
"If you and Scott want to see each other...I won't stop you," he offered. "But if you don't want to see him...I can forbid it." He would take the blame, if Scott protested.