He could tell by the look on Melissa's face that his in my defense line wasn't going to fly. He'd lost track over the years of how many times she'd scolded him about something -- and it was always deserved because he was always pushing people's boundaries and limits, always testing people's patience with him and his antics. She'd probably gotten as much of that while he was growing up as his dad had, really. The McCall's house had always been like a second home to him.
"I know it sounds really dumb," he admitted, looking at her and wishing he could make her understand that he was doing what he had to do. That he was trying to fix things. And ultimately, he didn't care that much if it was dangerous, because if it worked, it would be worth it.
"I researched the group before I ever hopped on the bus to Rochester, though. I researched the stuff in the city to make sure there hadn't been any ritual sacrifice kind of things that had happened, I looked into backgrounds of the members whose names I had a list of," he told her. "I know it sounds unsafe, but I took precautions." He knew it still wouldn't seem like enough to her, and it wouldn't have been for his dad, either. Mostly he just didn't want her to be too freaked out or upset with him. "And the meeting was in a public place."