Lucky for her, he was used to people panicking and running around in every direction, sometimes doing the exact opposite and hiding in corners while the world went crazy all around them. He knew that somebody had to keep their head on straight and being that he wasn’t easily intimidated, he’d gladly take that position. “It’s not that bad. This city survived an Apocalypse and it will survive this too.” Bart was absolutely sure of that. If Los Angeles was number one at anything, it was survival.
Dropping his hand away from her face, Bart stood up and leniently pulled her along with him. Hoping to soothe her in some way, he wound his arms around her, brought his face close to her own and brushed his lips softly against the corner of her mouth. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me.”