She just had to pick this moment to be stubborn about it, didn't she? He asked her not to go and she left anyway. This time he was asking her to go and she was refusing to leave. Damn women with their complex emotions and thoughts that Gunn would never be able to comprehend but he couldn't get enough of them anyway.
"Look at me," he said. He winced as he held his arms out so she could fully survey the damage. He was covered in blood, his knee was probably broken so he couldn't put much weight on it. He was covered in cuts and scrapes and he felt like a giant walking wound. "We aren't fighting her. You're leaving. I can't go with you right now. It's complicated. I have to stay and protect D-" He almost said her name outloud before he checked himself. God, what was wrong with him? Although he supposed it didn't really matter now that he had told the hellbitch where to find her. But the less Claire knew the better.
He grabbed her by her shoulders and looked at her seriously. "I can't keep going if something happens to you. Do you get that? I can't."