"I know," he says, "but it was the only course of action at the time."
One might detect a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

The microwave dings. He takes out the bottle and takes a sip. He's pale too.
He needs it.

"Everything is fine."
Only it's not. Not really. And the few upsides - knowing the home of the fucking weres, having been invited into Sookie's house - are not really accomplishments he feels like telling Pam about.

"I killed a were. Well, I was going to let him live, but he provoked me, so -"