Fletcher held her close, rubbing her back gently. "Then he deserves it," he said before he could stop himself. No one...and he meant no one hurt his sister and got away with it alive if he had anything in particular to say about it. "Shhh...Pansy. I'm here. I know, love. I know." This was their real difference, he didn't care about killing people. He would never care about that.
"It's all right, love. I'm here. I'll take care of it, of everything." He kissed her temple again. He'd never seen her this shaken up. He couldn't say that he liked it. Had the man not already been dead, he'd have killed him. Perhaps not in front of her, but he would have died. He leaned back a little, pressing his forehead against hers. "Need a bit of time before the questions?"