Much didn't like the accusing way Rob was looking at Leila, the way he was throwing it back on her. "If you'd been there," he said, stepping forward again. "Like. I. Keep. Saying. Then you'd know. Instead she had to get her own self back across town - the night after the Sheriff came back too, goddamit Rob - so that I - someone who actually gives a shit - could look after her. She did fucking amazing, don't you DARE make her feel otherwise."