Blythe had gone pale in the face soon as he took notice of his precarious situation. His dark eyes shifted to Earl and his gun as he slowly let Jorge settle back on his feet. The relieved tailor moved away soon as he could, going around the counter so it was between him and them.<br/><br/>With Jorge away Blythe dared to move slowly, turning. He looked genuinely hurt, emotionally, and his nose was broken quite thoroughly. "I'll be going then." he uttered, jaw clenching as he glanced between the two and the gun. At that he left, the crowd out front parting for the burly man.<br/><br/>Jorge shifted, his crystal blue eyes watching Blythe leave before settling on Earl. "Thank you." he said in his light raspy voice. The pain in his hand rushed to his attention as he calmed. The knuckles of his left hand were bloody and sore from punching Blythe, though, the blood was all Blythe's. Jorge's hand would no doubt be bruised, rendering him out of commission for a few days at least.