"He's, like, 18," March mutters, which is both factually incorrect and irrelevant to the actual conversation. What is relevant is the very simple fact that he and his good friend Bigby McWolfman are on the same page, for the most part.

"What if the church girl saw that shit and jumped in? It's bad enough the soft boat guy waltzed in--which, hey, can you drop by to make sure he's okay?"

March isn't going to. He will eventually cave, but he's riding very high on the fact that he's a big strong man that just stopped a fight and checking up on Little means being reminded of how complicated whatever-the-hell-everything-is.