You got hurt. Anything that hurts you, no matter why they did it, is important -- not just you keeping quiet about it.

[Jaime's brows furrow. He'd be able to handle this so much better if they were having this talk another time, he's sure of it. As it is, his head is fuzzy with his return, and he struggles to figure out how to put his thoughts into words, how to conjoin this strange feeling of blank disconnection with the rising wave of anger at anyone laying a finger on Ken.]

You don't have to say why this guy doesn't trust anyone, but that doesn't give him the right to touch you. This can't happen again, Ken. [He pauses, aware of how unsatisfying that answer is.]

Will you at least tell me this guy's name?