Roland turns away, as if to leave.
Before he does so, he stops and then glances over at Lucas. "Boy."
Lucas startles and then stares at the man for a moment. "...Yessir?"
"Mind how you treat my girl," Roland says, nodding to me. Then, almost as an afterthought. "I'll have your head."
"Hey, I wouldn't!" Lucas protests, lifting his hands as if Roland's blade were already pointed at him.
"She's standing right here, and completely capable of taking care of herself." I say, dryly. "You are both insufferable."
I make my way out into the hallway. I'm not entertaining this absurdity any more than I have to.
I shake my head as I go. "...Let's just get going already."
Lucas hastily hops up and stumbles after me, hand reaching for mine instinctively. His palm closes around mine, and I hear him breathe a faint sigh of relief as I allow him to entwine our fingers.
As if him holding my hand will make the trek back any easier for him.
