This was one of those times he wished he could just tell her what he was really doing there. Tell her that he didn't hold it against her. Of course, he couldn't and that frustrated the hell out of him. "The fact that you acknowledge what you're participating in and worry about whether or not he'd forgive you is enough," he responded, his arm tightening around her for a moment as he dropped a kiss in her hair.
He didn't quite understand his new found need to make her feel better, but he found it very hard to ignore. She saw him as another member of the same crap she was involved in and he knew she'd wouldn't see his reassurance the same as she would from someone outside of it, someone "proper" but it still remained the same. "I wouldn't write you off. Not for this. If he was smart, your Grandfather wouldn't either."