Reflexively, Crabb snaps, "Can it, you—" but despite that she steps away from Watson towards Cragen, who is now trying to back up along the floor away from her.
"Honoria, please," he says, still in Tom's voice but not quite able to keep the same calm steadiness anymore. "This isn't—"
Crabb bends down and grabs his wrist, yanking it away from his face so she can get a proper look at the damage. The sudden motion is enough for his fingers to catch on the edges of the mask and pull it further away from the skin beneath, leaving almost the entire side of his face barely hanging on—
And Cragen, backed into a corner and acting with the instinct of the much more volatile man he really is, jerks his hand free to backhand Crabb squarely across the face and send her toppling back to the floor.
cw: sort of intimate partner violence??
Reflexively, Crabb snaps, "Can it, you—" but despite that she steps away from Watson towards Cragen, who is now trying to back up along the floor away from her.
"Honoria, please," he says, still in Tom's voice but not quite able to keep the same calm steadiness anymore. "This isn't—"
Crabb bends down and grabs his wrist, yanking it away from his face so she can get a proper look at the damage. The sudden motion is enough for his fingers to catch on the edges of the mask and pull it further away from the skin beneath, leaving almost the entire side of his face barely hanging on—
And Cragen, backed into a corner and acting with the instinct of the much more volatile man he really is, jerks his hand free to backhand Crabb squarely across the face and send her toppling back to the floor.