Benjamin listened to all the things Steph was sorry for and didn't belong to as he kept an eye on the wounds. "Honestly," he began when she was done, "Mike and I will probably argue about this again in the future if he continues to be shortsighted in the matter, but real friendships can survive disagreements and I know Mike values our friendship as much as I do. As for the rest of it." He shrugged. "It's not your fault you are a demon or that I fell in love with you. And if you feel like you don't belong here, maybe you should look for a place you can feel at home and if you want to do that alone I will let you, but I won't stop loving you. And I don't know what I deserve or who even gets to decide what someone deserves, but I don't want someone else and I'm not even going to look for someone else." He touched her cheek to wipe away some of the tears. "I love you, horns and wings included. Shall we go to the infirmary and see if they can help us with the wounds?"

Mike stepped back when Harriet showed her sharp teeth in her grin and suggested scaring the culprits into submission; he was certain he didn't want to be a part of that. 
"I-I don't think I can help you," he said with a stutter caused by a sudden spike of fear. For the first time he was uncomfortable with being with Harriet alone.

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"Then don't laugh," Morisson said, as if it was that simple. 
He helped Carl on a bed that another nurse rolled in and then watched the nurses riding him to the back for treatment.

"Shall we report to the boss?" he asked without looking at Jase.