Slater took it slow: he held a long, even breath before exhaling deeply through his nose and he went to his door, calling one of his close lads to him. "Delia's gone out for a bit of a walk - keep an eye on her would you and make sure she comes back safe and sound. If she doesn't look like she's turnin' this way.... make her."
The boy nodded and rushed off to do Slater's bidding, leaving him standing trembling, leaning against the doorframe. This kind of thing wasn't good for his ticker and as he tried to regain his composure after his temper he ran a hand through his hair. Delia was a sweetheart, but sometimes - just sometimes - she reminded him too much of her mother.