[In a similar way, he is a second too slow to pull away, his fingers catching with Art's, in a way that should feel strange but doesn't. Like he's reluctant to let go.]
Pearl? [DAMN. Of all the people...] We'll deal with her once we get the hell out of here. We'll deal with all of it. [His voice is strong, decided. He pauses for a second before looking straight at Art, the blue of his eyes shining with the conviction of a promise.]
Whatever happens... none of 'em is gonna hurt you, or even get a chance to.