There's no point in chastising him. Midnighter can tell the man's guilty enough as it is. This isn't a mistake he'll make again. He swallows his anger like a bitter pill, though it still lingers in his movements, rigid and withdrawn.

"You okay?" But he knows he is; the computer is still registering him as a threat. Midnighter turns away on the bed to grab some clothes. "C'mon, let's get you to wherever." He can't imagine Marcus will want to stick around.

Conflict resolution not involving bloodshed's never been his thing.