"Nah. Ain't mad about it." Harley reassures him. Closes her eyes for a moment, as she just enjoys the moment. The half-hug. The friendship in these dark times.

"What is up with those torches..." She muses.

"It might come as a shock to you later. And if it does... I will be there, if you want to talk to someone." Harley tells him.

"And try not think on the would-have should-have could-have. You did what you needed to do. And protected yourself."