Sweeney instinctively shifts to put his arm around her, welcoming her against him. He's quiet for a few seconds.

"They're safe." He presses his lips to her hair. "Like makin' Deals." A thought strikes him, the one of trying to explain things to Connor. "E'en when I know I shouldn't need 'em." The admission is soft with a faint air of shame. He can't help the way he is. He's been it for a long time.