Derek didn't look at Thomas, but at John for confirmation. He might have some doubts about his leader, but he didn't have them about his nephew, and John wouldn't be able to keep that from his face, he wasn't able to. One look was enough to know that he really had shot someone and it wasn't Cameron. "I'm sorry." It didn't help, it didn't make Travis all right, but that was the best he could do.
Doug knew that the apology would only make things worse and he put his hand on TJ's shoulder. He didn't usually use his power, but right now he had no problem trying to calm everyone at once, including his brother. "Let it go, TJ." It wouldn't earn him any points with TJ, but it was better than the alternative. "He wasn't thinking straight."
The strange feeling of calm was one that Derek hadn't felt in decades and probably the only reason he didn't start arguing with Deeks. Still, he couldn't let it go. "I'm fine," he muttered, sounding more like a whiny teenager than the season soldier in charge of the resistance.
He stared for a moment. Being without his weapons felt wrong. He needed them to defend himself, but he had shot a member of their team and if needed, he could explode. He nodded abruptly, before putting the safety on his gun and handing it to John. He reached for his spare one, and then the knife. "Rifle is in the backpack." The singular only because they were around the park and he didn't have one strapped on him as he liked to do at the safe house. "I'll be at John's."