Jeanne-Marie lifted a brow, turning to look at her brother. "Oh, I don't know. Could be the fact that you were very nearly raped?" It was a blunt statement, but one that felt necessary. "Or were you not going to tell me this? Just going to camp out up here?"
Jeanne-Marie sighed, shaking her head. "I was worried, so I came to find you. But if you'd rather I left you alone, I will." She didn't know what was going on inside of her brothers mind. He could've been hurt. The girls he'd been with, and who seemed to hold their own pretty damned well, could've been hurt. Who knew what else was going on that Jeanne-Marie had been completely unaware of.
"I want to know what's going on with you, Jean-Paul. Can you fault me for that?"