When the doors closed there was a moment of quiet reflection, Joe had been in fights before growing up but he never used a weapon before and his hands were shaky. There was a spray of blood on his shirt, from Clayton's face no doubt. He felt guilty for what he had just done and if this was any other situation Joe would be locked up for assault.
He took three deep breaths then exhaled slowly, he justified his actions, Clayton was a werewolf, if he had gotten his hands on Joe, he would most likely not escape. He wanted to hurt Joe before, no doubt he would've tried again. Whatever torture Clayton had planned, Joe preemptively avoided. He was going to find Eddy, then steal a ship and sail back to Canada, back home, he didn't know how to sail but he would worry about that when the time came. Then he wondered how fast it would take for Clayton to recover and the consequences that were awaiting him should they meet again, Joe shuttered at the thought.