Martin's eyes cut up to Jon then, a little thrown. He keeps waiting for the reprimand, the descent of the police upon him to cart him away and to throw him into jail. Sure, it had been necessary, but necessary murder was still murder, wasn't it?

But then there went Daisy, promising quietly to take care of it. And Martin knew that she would. He didn't know how he did, but- he did.

He has so many things to say, but all he can manage right then after studying Jon's face is a soft, tired, "I will always save you, Jon."