Miracles do happen. Elijah sighed in relief and guided them out. He glanced over to see Anthony had left. His stomach dropped as a sad frown came upon his face. He knew he was foolish to try to trust someone he barely knew and was now glad they never slept together. Glad wasn't the right word, he was miserable and didn't know how to handle this. He spoke quieter, "Thank you. I'll put this just down as a regular bar fight if you promise never to throw a mug at me again, alright?" The constable ignored Noah, let the two of them talk it out and her find out the truth.

"You two need a doctor? I can get one for you, if you like." He needed stitches for his cheek anyway. He looked outside when they stepped out and didn't see his occasional roommate around and hung his head a little. So much for patience and understanding. A constable's life didn't have time for relationships anyway, he told himself silently as he guided them towards the jail. He could cry later.