He had to be fine. Some semblance of it otherwise he knew he'd try to vanish into a bottle. He was going to end up there, but for right now, he could try.

His brow pinched at the way she touched his fingers, the way she shuddered afterwards and he only let his hand drop once hers had. Shit.

"What's goin' on," he said, taking a few steps closer. He wasn't going to touch her, not without her permission and that had nothing to do with whatever Mathis was doing to her now. But he could be there. Him and his bruises. "What'd Mathis do?"