Story Snippets... guesses and theories are always fun for me.
She's pulling her shirt off before he can protest. Any comment that was on its way out his lips was quickly replaced by an intense desire to have her legs on his shoulders while he's buried into her. He's weak willed and this never happens – not to him. He even cups her breast in his palm before the shock of her face, a stranger's smile and a stranger's eyes, brings back his awkward ability to flee.
He has to focus. Eyes are on them, judging, and this will take a lot of affection. He has a three day plan and day one involves cleaning guns in the store room where she can smell them and hear the pops at the range. Amar is reading their body language, talking Harrison off the ledge. Because when she shakes and starts to pull away, he has no choice but to close her in with a forceful arm around her back.
It seemed fitting to have broken bones in his hand. He felt undeniably marked but it was a hurt he had to carry inside. He never did well internalizing only, so the throb of swelling and the sting in movement made him think of it as a wound that time would heal. At the same time, she was the victim and his outrage on her behalf was stemming from his ownership of her, his entitled and selfish right to protect her, even without permission. He wondered if it made him weak, a coward to absorb her as part of himself; or if it would make her weak, not taking care of her own problems.