"I don't want you to get shot. I want you to be safe and happy. I've been trying so hard." But clearly it hadn't been enough and he hadn't been quick enough either. He leaned over and pulled Ten into a hug, running his fingers through his hair. "I'll always try to help you. Please believe me, yes? That's the oath I've sworn. I want to help you get better and I won't let anyone hurt you. Not when I can help it."

He let go of him, noting how he was shaking. Damn. So scared. "I really don't want to be here right now, you? I'd like for us to be in my kitchen. I'd make us hot chocolate. And I'd have pants on."