[It's plain to see on Petre's face just how much he's liking this - less and less by the second, by the passing of each word coming out of John's mouth. He can't possibly mean the night they spent together, that'd have to be one elaborate lie to play on the memories he does have, which means -
He's playing the memories he doesn't have. Of the night he met Jon and came back to the room drunk. He'd asked about it, he remembers, but he never thought he'd - actually have done anything. Maybe make a pass at John, but talk to him like that? And make John believe it?
No. He wasn't in possession of himself. For the first time Petre recognizes that, and it makes him feel sick. He needs that control back.]
No. [It's just plain denial in a word.] Why would I say that?
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He's playing the memories he doesn't have. Of the night he met Jon and came back to the room drunk. He'd asked about it, he remembers, but he never thought he'd - actually have done anything. Maybe make a pass at John, but talk to him like that? And make John believe it?
No. He wasn't in possession of himself. For the first time Petre recognizes that, and it makes him feel sick. He needs that control back.]
No. [It's just plain denial in a word.] Why would I say that?
[What did you do.]