He didn't want her to go and see anyone and he didn't really want anyone to know what was going on with Em, but he figured that was probably too late. Letting out a breath, he thought on it for a bit. Yeah, Faith was sorry. He believed it. He knew that Faith wouldn't just sit by and let something like this happen. She took care of the boss. Now he just had to find the actual fuckers that hurt her.
"Yeah, I don't know," he said and stood up as she lit a cigarette. He walked over to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the shelf before walking back. "Think I'm gonna take her to my place. Least there, the guy can't get to her. Not that he could get to her here, now ..." He said and looked at Faith. He popped open the beer and took a long swallow.
"Yeah. I'm gonna do that. She'll probably be better off." Setting the beer down, he headed back to the room and opened up the door. She was still in the closet.
Knocking softly, he leaned against the door. "Em? It's me, I'm comin' in," he whispered and opened the door.