Kobra can be pretty damn smart sometimes. He doesn't give himself nearly enough credit. To be fair, Lydia hadn't put much stock in him when they first met, but she sees it now. She sighs contentedly and closes her eyes for the first time in about 22 hours.

He's right. She doesn't want to talk about it and it doesn't matter. Not right now. He'd only get worked up and angry and she just wants to stay here like this. If she needs to tell him, she will. If it becomes a problem, he'll be the first to know.

"Stay tonight." At least for tonight. She'll wash the blood off his clothes and keep an eye on him. Just tonight. "Please?"