"Of course it's not against the rules," Ollie said as they covered Patrick completely with the plastic and he stepped back. He hadn't looked at himself in the mirror, but he could imagine what Ty saw, at least. Pale, tight-lipped, eyes too dark. Some mornings he woke looking that way.

"Is it against the rules to want to protect you, even if you can take care of yourself?" He asked. "Jesus Christ, Ty, he was in your face. Even he might not have missed at that close of range. Even you might have had some trouble disarming him. I knew I could make the shot, so I took it. I wasn't really thinking about afterwards right that second."

He took a glance towards the door but Hadyn was evidentially still speaking to his brother, meaning he had time.

"Look," he said. "I know what it's like to have to wrestle a gun from a man determined to kill you. Zeitlin was determined to kill all of us. Not just the two of us who touched Gael." Though he and Gael - well, they didn't happen much that way the last few weeks. Not since Gael first had gone home with Carlos Sánchez. Even the night they'd left together after their little Kesha performance, Gael had been too on edge to do anything.