It happened so fast Jet barely had time to register Albert was in trouble and move before the woman was several feet away and clearly dead.

He stared, frozen for a moment except the loosening of his muscles as he put away the knife. He could understand why Albert might not want Jet to have done something about her, but he hardly thought Albert doing it was a good idea either.

He blinked and pulled his attention away from the corpse the Capitol had made to torment and moved to stand in front of the German, hoping his blocking out the sight would help even a little. He brought his sleeve up to his partner's cheek and pressed on it to try and staunch the bleeding, his concern clear on his face.

"We need to clean this..." His other hand came up to rest on the German's other cheek with soothing and gentle brushes. "Al..." He wanted to tell Albert it wasn't her, that he didn't actually kill his already dead fiancee, that it would be okay, but all of it seemed hollow when he thought too much about it.

So he pulled the German to his chest instead, Jet's sleeve still pressed to his cheek while Jet's other arm wrapped behind his head and shoulders.