[Tension grows in Petre's features, and all of them because of John. His words sink in like the fire he can't use to burn him.
For a second, Petre's hand shoots to grab John. Look him in the eye. He's showing teeth like he's ready to speak again, and this time make sure that John regrets this. Regrets fucking with him again, because that will never be tolerated from him, or anyone. Maybe once upon a time Petre might have shared a truth about him he himself wasn't entirely aware of, but it's all gone now. It's all just anger.
He knows anger. Anger's one of the few he can feel, full-fledged and consuming.
No words come out. He shoves John instead, lets him have that so desired distance between them.]
Anything I ever told you. [There's an unpleasant curl to his lips.] I was drunk. And you're a fucking idiot for believing me.
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For a second, Petre's hand shoots to grab John. Look him in the eye. He's showing teeth like he's ready to speak again, and this time make sure that John regrets this. Regrets fucking with him again, because that will never be tolerated from him, or anyone. Maybe once upon a time Petre might have shared a truth about him he himself wasn't entirely aware of, but it's all gone now. It's all just anger.
He knows anger. Anger's one of the few he can feel, full-fledged and consuming.
No words come out. He shoves John instead, lets him have that so desired distance between them.]
Anything I ever told you. [There's an unpleasant curl to his lips.] I was drunk. And you're a fucking idiot for believing me.