"Yeah, it's really fucking not," Chuck says through clenched teeth, so angry he can barely see straight. That isn't enough for him to let down his guard, though, even if Beth seems, fortunately, to have been spurred into action. He wouldn't have blamed her at all for staying frozen in the face of something like this, but this asshole deserves all the ire she can throw at him and far more bruises than the ones he's already likely to wind up sporting. Chuck wants to take care of that himself — to do serious damage, leave cuts and broken bones in his wake, find some way of making obvious what could have happened here so no one else wants anything to do with someone who'd refuse to take no for an answer like that. As long as Beth isn't huddled against the wall, though, it's her fight. He'll back her up, but he can keep himself in check, too, no matter how utterly goddamn furious he might be.

"You're lucky you're able to stand right now to walk away. Which I suggest you do while you still can."