Abi didn't push him away from her but rested her head on his chest and let him hold her, though half of her brain told her to flinch and run. She had spent some of her youth fighting guys off with her fists and her teeth. She was a dirty, scrappy little fighter back in the day.
"Thank you," she muttered into his chest, grabbing at the lapels of his jacket. "Sorry you had to see this."