"I didn't mean it, I'm sorry..." Jonah said softly. And it was true. He looked really truly sorry for having said it and it wasn't normally something he'd have said. At the moment though she was being so damn stubborn and acting LIKE a child that he'd just sought to pat her down. Still he let her rant at him, let her cry and get angry because she was right, he'd behaved like a prick. Still she was going a bit far... he'd only called her Cissy by a slip of the tongue if he'd had any idea she'd flip out the way she was doing...
"You asked me to save you!" He wasn't going to let her get away with this shitty 'I know more than you' bullcrap. "You've done drugs, had sex from thirteen, probably had the crap beaten out of you, been made to feel... less than you are, all that - but you asked me to save you, the minute you... that moment, in bed? When you said to me..." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes. She probably wouldn't want this at all. But here it went. "Wesley was arrested breaking into a hospital. It's what he went to jail for three years for. I've been saving him his whole life, and when you come to me and tell me - ask me - and I... Shit, Celia, I'm sorry, okay? But we've all gone through bullshit. I'm sorry for yours. But don't... yell at me when I'm displaying some of mine okay?"