He leans his head against hers, and sighs through his nose, holding tightly onto her. He's started to thread his fingers through her hair unconsciously, mind racing with all the things hed do to her captors if he ever got his hands on them.

"Yeah, what the hell was that about? I thought we were gonna go out together?" he frowns, pulling his head back a little so he could look down at her mop of hair. It was weird to see it down. She never had it down.

"I swear, I'm gonna kill them. Every last one. I'm gonna break off their arms and I'm gonna make them watch, and then I'm gonna break their atoms one by one from the inside out," he grabs onto Anya a little tighter, scowling.