Jacen groaned, almost turning to bang his head against the brick wall beside them.
"She means me," he explained to Cathy. Only a couple of weeks ago his resemblance to the Irish actor had amused him, but now, after already having this conversation with Sarah, explaining all over again how he wasn't this Meyers guy was getting to be tiresome. At least this time he was only in normal Earth clothes, rather than the robes he'd turned up to Sarah's in.
"I'm not Jonathan Rhys Meyers," he turned to Clary, looking serious. "My name is Jacen Solo and believe it or not, we used to know each other."
For the first time he got a look at the bruises on Clary's face and he had to really work at forcing back the anger. Clary was under his protection and no one hurt the people he protected. But rage helped no one here, so he suppressed it again, remaining calm.
"I want to help you, take you where you can be safe and no one can do anything like that," he gestured at her face. "Again. You deserve better than that."