There was a shitty knee jerk reaction where he was tempted to milk the split lip for what it was worth, but between everything that had happened and having Poison right there, Carson stamped the impulse down quick. Instead he just gave Dee a sideways grin and caught her hand to give it a squeeze, his attention darting between her and Poison.

"Don't worry about it," he told her, squeezing her hand a second time before reluctantly dropping it. "Like he said, shit got kinda wacky. Are you okay?"