"C'mon, Mer," Jack said quietly, "let's just...go do what Meg said." He was tired and he wanted to get checked out, then drag his sister back to their room and not let go of her. He missed the days when he could have turned to Zoe for comfort after something like this, but with his wife dead his sisters were all he really had. He sighed at Gabi's words, shaking his head. "Not now, Gab," he said. "Just...not now." Later, when it didn't feel like he'd been shoved through a meat-grinder. Then maybe they could talk about John and what this meant and why the fuck he'd showed up out of everyone they'd lost.
Another engine cut off anything else and a motorcycle came to an abrupt stop next to the Impala. The man who got off had a bow and quiver on his back, and when he pulled his helmet off, he looked much older than the group, apart from John, with a rough edge to him. "Come on, firecracker," he told Gabi, as if knowing what she'd said. "Let them get seen to. We can handle the new guy. How about you help an old man with his gear." He took off the bow and quiver, holding them out to her. "The new explosives work like a charm. Got a few ideas for some new designs to run by you later."
He moved over to Meg, keeping a wary eye on John. "Glad y'all got out okay," he told her, kissing her half because he wanted to and half to make it clear that there was absolutely someone John would have to go through if he wanted to take down Meg. "So what happened, hellbitch?" he asked his wife, the term affectionate where it had once been hateful, once he was sure Jack and Meri had left. "The kid didn't look good."