He gets the look. Gets the intent, gets the scenario — he's been here before, on both sides. Mostly with Sam. There wasn't a single voice outside of their own that could get through to them.

It's gonna be the same here.

He edges back slowly, quietly, until he's just behind Jo. Wraps a discreet hand around her forearm, and gently tugs her back. If she looks, he'll shake his head at her gently.

He doesn't love it, but... they're on the bench for this one.