His arm tenses in her grip, his first reaction being to pull free-- but he stops short of it when he meets her eyes and hears her words. Clear-cut, black-and-white, no room for anything in between.

She'll see and feel a flicker of hesitation.


You're not doing this. If this goes down, I'm the shooter.

Uncle Teddy's words before he gunned down the man who killed Tommy's son.


Tommy never could take a life. Not even in revenge.


His arm relaxes in Kate's grasp and he he looks away, pained, frustrated, and still angry.