When Amy looked over at him with such a pained expression, Priestly's hand fell away from the light switch and he moved into the room, dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. His immediate assumption was that she'd had a nightmare about the fate of her friend. That had to suck.
"Nah," he replied, shaking his head and waving it off. "I was watchin' TV, still." He looked over at her and raised his eyebrows slightly. "You okay, Ames?" he asked in a more serious voice, concern etched on his face. Then he held up both hands defensively for a second. "No judgement here, but...that sounded kinda rough. You wanna talk about it?"
She looked so small right then. She looked like Tish had after that douchebag Tad had hit her so hard she'd been knocked off her feet. The memory made Priestly feel angry and protective all over again. He hadn't ever really seen Amy this upset. Normally, they joked around and he could admire her pretty smile, but now...part of him just wanted to hug her or something. Anything to take away that uncomfortable look on her face.