“I know, I know you did. You’re right. Fuck. You’re right,” he rubbed her back for a moment before pulling back to look at her again, all the blood drained from her face. “It was definitely self defense. No one’d blame you - well -” he grimaced. “I won’t blame you. My guys wouldn’t blame you.” Alan and Stutely’s girlfriends, though… Grimace grimace grimace. “I haven’t told anyone, not till we work out what to do. He can’t stay here.”