"I feel like I suddenly don't even know you."  Xavier said, anger mixed with fear as he had never seen Abigail so angry in all their life together.  He hadn't gone through her confiscated items yet and at 'Rory's' instruction opened the case and found Robin's real ID, or at least real looking.  "Seventeen, female, New York"  He set them down though as Abigail renewed her angry onslaught.  Reflexively he dug in and thrust the real ID in her face.  "Seventeen, is this what you are promoting to kids these days?"  He asked, feeling like she was contributing to the delinquency of this girl, though in reality he felt it was probably the other way around.  Except the teen was calming down and his wife was getting all the more angry.<br/><br/>He caught her as she began to fall, he wanted to pull her close and try to make this go away, but it was clear more than a hug was going to be needed.  When she talked of packing her things it was like a gut punch, knocking the wind out of him.  He even looked to Robin in the cell as if ready to beg for help.  But when she talked of texting the kids he knew he had to do something.<br/><br/>"Abi, wait....please."  He said, hoping it would be enough to at least make her pause and give him a moment to try to salvage his marriage.  "Nothing is official here, I held off because you knew this person, one of your students I guess?"  He was a bit confused with the age and out of state license and nothing was really making sense but none of that was important right now.  "I didn't feel her up, I mean, I thought she was a guy and treated her like one, with a standard search.  I mean, the ID, the look..."  He was pleading, a tone that would be quite unfamiliar to his wife.  "Please Abi, let's just calm down a moment and we can talk through this.  I love you, I know I don't always show it but I do, I really do."  It was all he could do but lay out his heart for her and hope she didn't crush it.  He wasn't used to being this vulnerable, especially in front of a stranger.