Piecing everything together that he was getting from her; the lack of any romance in her life, being married and not enjoying it, scars... Jensen was getting a very vivid image of a painting of her life, and it made him angry. He was all for badasses and women being in charge, but not in them being abused. He had too many women in his life he respected and loved to be okay with that.

He set her down on the bed, reaching up and taking off his glasses and moving to put them on the low table by it. He could still see without them, but he was a programming techy, and he read better with them. "What scars?" He shrugged his shoulder, even though he was trying really hard to play it off. He gave her a smile instead, then leaned in to give her just as gentle of a kiss as she'd given him.