Drunken Sailor

[Reeves]

He frowned in response to that, not appreciating the snarl because he'd done nothing other than just silently watch the altercation. Despite the fact that verbally dismantling her for doing that would be entirely justified, he restrained himself. "I like you, and I do care about you a lot if that wasn't already clear. But I don't like being spoken to like that. Dumb kid, I get it. I'm not judging you for how you reacted. So let's just drop it and go, okay?" His tone implied that he absolutely didn't want to hear anything more on the subject, at least not in the way she'd chosen to bring it up, but he wasn't going to fight with her or scold her over it, opting to make his position clear with a mix of firmness and encouragement.

Waiting a second for her to either compose herself or make the mistake of blaming him for whatever reason, he soon turned in the direction of the bar they were heading to. It was up to her if she wanted to follow him or not, having made things a little uncomfortable for him. While he might have felt bad for having to be stern in response, which was clear from his posture, he knew he couldn't accept being disrespected like that from a position of principle. She certainly didn't tolerate him taking things for granted, so he shouldn't either.