[And again, Ryan can't look at him, not with that glare fixed on him. Avoiding his eyes won't make it go away, he swears he can still feel it, but seeing it is worse. His hands are in his lap, fingers laced together as he fidgets anxiously.]
It's not like that, I'm not-- we're just friends, alright, that's all. He never came crying to me, I told you, it slipped and I got the rest of it out of him, it... we just talked. He's the only one I really talk to.
[Ryan's not even sure why he adds that last part. Not to make any sort of point, he knows it's probably not what Petre wants to hear- but he'd been told to be honest. Decided to listen to that demand. It simply spills out along with the rest.]
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It's not like that, I'm not-- we're just friends, alright, that's all. He never came crying to me, I told you, it slipped and I got the rest of it out of him, it... we just talked. He's the only one I really talk to.
[Ryan's not even sure why he adds that last part. Not to make any sort of point, he knows it's probably not what Petre wants to hear- but he'd been told to be honest. Decided to listen to that demand. It simply spills out along with the rest.]