Clyde stopped the moment she was close; moving her out of the way seemed like a bad idea. He closed his eyes at first, seeing the concern in her eyees was a little more than he could handle. She was trying to help, he knew this. Finally he looked down at her, his eyes red with unshed tears.
"They were my crew, Mattie. I can't just wait for them to come after someone else." His hand claimed her jaw, gently lifting it a little. His other hand softly nudges stray strands of hair from her face. "Wha-what if they came for you?" He thought 'or Becca.' His brows furrowed. "I can't let that happen."