"Making the bastard pay is supporting Sam." Eliot got to his feet; he needed to pace. He let Sophie touch his hair, but then he couldn't just sit there. He'd finally asked the healer to heal his leg, before the wedding, and he'd already screwed it up again. He growled, but it was directed at himself, more than outward.
"He was upset. About Candy." Eliot still didn't quite understand it. He'd meant to try to talk to Sam, at the reception, but he'd ended up avoiding him, and then he'd taken the girls up to bed and...well. Now they were at the hospital, and Sam was awake and didn't remember anything about Eliot and Candy.
Eliot paced almost to the door and turned back. He moved to where Sophie was sitting and sat again. Restlessness clouded his eyes, but his heart wasn't pounding quite so hard and his blood wasn't throbbing against his veins. He reached for Sophie's hand. "Thank you." He bent his head and shook it, hair falling like a curtain around his face.