He holds her close and she's blushing like crazy.
"Thank you," she replies. Her voice is muffled against his shoulder. Her arm is bruised, but other than that and torn clothes, she is unharmed.
Rorschach can't help but take her face and force her to look behind him. He doesn't allow her to look at her would-be rapist, his face beaten in and bloody.
"Not safe at night," he says as he escorts her to her house, not even two blocks away. He doesn't look back. He is too busy swearing to himself that he would make each maggot and every worm in the city pay for what they've done.
"I, uhm." When they get to her rich, stately apartment building, they don't worry about anyone seeing them. It is three in the morning, when people with luxuries were asleep with the comfort of money in their pockets and food in their bellies.
As they stand in the elevator, waiting to reach level nine, he cups her face and caresses her cheek. She squirms under his touch. "I was hungry. You ate the last of the Cocoa Pebbles yesterday."
"Groceries can wait."
They reach her door.
He can't help but hold her close again. "Scared me."
She holds him just as tight and sobs.
He doesn't want to let go. So does she.