Unclipping his cell phone from its holster on his belt, Vic shoved it into Matt’s hands. “Call the police,” he instructed. “Call Kendra, okay? Tell her two drunk assholes are assaulting a disabled man over at the tennis courts. Tell her to get here quick, because when I get through with them—”
“Vic.” Matt grabbed his arm. “Wait.”
For a moment Vic thought he’d protest. Don’t go,he’d say, or wait for the police. This wasn’t his fight. He’d heard it so often, he could argue Matt’s position easily enough. But Vic couldn’t just sit by when someone needed him. He had the strength to stop those jerks from doing whatever they were doing to Roger—even without Matt’s powers, Vic wouldn’t have been able to ignore the man’s plea. “Matty…”
Before he could say anything else, Matt silenced him with a quick kiss. “I love you,” he whispered. “Be safe.”