“Or you were hoping I’d change my mind and we could hang in here?” Jason guessed but his smile was kind. When they moved out of her room and began leaving, he noticed how she clutched her bag tightly against herself, how she glanced around like she was expecting someone to say something, as if she were afraid (and maybe that wasn’t the right word but he didn’t know what other one to use) of the others in the facility with them.
He frowned, a little, and slowed his pace to walk beside her properly, looping his arm over her shoulders and tugging her against his side. She had nothing to worry about normally, he thought, but he’d never been in the same position as her; he’d never really considered other people threats. He’d always been the threat, in his own mind.
But as long as she was with him, she had nothing to worry about.
“You wanna share what’s going on in your head, Abs?” He asked, purposefully steering them away from where people had congregated on the open green. If he had been with anyone else, he might have steered them in that direction and joined the group, as he was with Abby, he took them on a different path to somewhere more quieter where she’d not - or hopefully not - feel like there were people breathing down her neck.