Victor went to sit beside her and once there, he leaned in to kiss her hair. "I'm nervous, I'm not scared. And I'm not going anywhere." He would say it as many times as she needed to hear it.
Hermes wandered back into the living room carrying a bottle and three wine glasses by their stems. "So, Victor, what do you do?" he asked, trying to be conversational.
Victor cleared his throat and he said, "I'm a homicide detective."
"Is that how you-?" Hermes pointed to his own abdomen and then mimed a gun before going to pour the drinks. Even from where he was he could sense a gunshot wound. He had seen enough of them.
"Oh, well...uhm, yes. It was-a, it was a hostage situation," he said carefully since it was the same one Miranda had been involved in.
Hermes knocked the glass over in shock and he put the bottle down so he could fix cold eyes on Victor. "Was it now?"