He's still shaking from the anger but lets her take his hands and the remains of the bottle fall to the floor. It's only after he has his breathing under control does he attempt words, and even then they come out strained, "I...I'd much rather you were a freelancer now instead of...being forced to do this. You have no idea."
Thomas pulls his hands away to finish wrapping up her leg and leans his forehead against the top of her head briefly to try and tell her he'll be okay. Very gently and without saying a word he picks her up to carry her to the small bed in the far corner of the room.
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