He nodded quietly, knowing she wasn't so much upset with him as at the situation. Eli was good that way, she liked him and didn' want him to have to be like her.
But Oskar sort of wanted to. He had to admit, he'd liked hitting Jocke with that stick. He'd liked making him bleed. Quietly, he paid for the pizza and brought it back inside, getting a plate and a paper towel to use for a napkin.