If he was more of an asshole, if he cared less, he would have walked out after that shove. But he wasn't. He was stubborn as hell and not about to leave her here by herself if she wasn't swinging.

That didn't mean he was going to hold onto a pissed off wet cat.

Still, he breathed a few deep breaths and let the fury slip off his face as he crouched down where he was in front of her.

"You don't have to handle this alone. None of us are shouldering this shit alone, Callisto, you are not alone." Not in her suffering. Not in her grief or her terror or her torment. They were all on the same spear.