She's not used to him actually being injured enough that it sticks. It's unsettling, even knowing that he's fine, will be fine.

Olivia lets out a soft, slow breath, closing her eyes for a moment, and nods.

"Of course you can," she says, without moving away from him. "You thought I'd send you home?" To bullet holes and broken windows and blood on the floor. Not a chance. She's not letting him go home until it's cleaned up.