"No," Dylan starts, forehead brushing against his as he shakes his head faintly. "I get why you did it."
He can't promise that he won't read him the Riot Act over this later, when Merritt has recovered, when the kids have, when he has, the terror he felt when he got that text message, when he found Merritt unconscious again cutting through any grudge he still held against him, and likely to cling, but he's not kidding when he says he understands. He would have done the same, if he hadn't been too busy grieving to think yet of going after their attacker. He might still, when the crisis is over and before his fury stills, despite having a first-hand example of how badly that might go.
"We're gonna get you out of here," he continues after a moment, as if that wasn't obvious.
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He can't promise that he won't read him the Riot Act over this later, when Merritt has recovered, when the kids have, when he has, the terror he felt when he got that text message, when he found Merritt unconscious again cutting through any grudge he still held against him, and likely to cling, but he's not kidding when he says he understands. He would have done the same, if he hadn't been too busy grieving to think yet of going after their attacker. He might still, when the crisis is over and before his fury stills, despite having a first-hand example of how badly that might go.
"We're gonna get you out of here," he continues after a moment, as if that wasn't obvious.