*holds you and stares hard at the front door, fear and worry beginning to slide into something like anger as you tremble against him*
*thinks of every time he's noticed Jackie's strength, the way he'd roll and snag and pin flailing limbs with hardly any effort at all (tussling and laughing, let-me-up and make-me-sweetcheeks)* *...still can't imagine him in a fight-fight*
*softly* It sounds scary. (I wish I'd been here.) *squeezes you on impulse* But it's over. You're safe, and Jackie's... he'll be okay. He's strong.