[He listens in the quiet, but nothing about his insides is serene. No, he's burning up inside. He knows there's more to what Ryan is saying, and the fact that he won't explicitly put it into words only infuriates him even further.

So he gets to his feet in a swift movement, steps over to the other bed in an intimidating stride. Forces Ryan to lean back as he leans forward, places both hands on his sides, pressing down on the mattress.]

Does that make you feel special, Ryan?

[No longer quiet. He's letting what he really feels slip through his tongue.]

I could give him to you. You say you're just friends? John doesn't have friends. What do you think's gonna happen? You're going to say the wrong thing, Ryan, you're going to say the wrong thing and you're going to fuck it all up.

[For him? For John? For Petre? He doesn't specify.]

You want him to say he loves you while his dick's in your mouth? I could do that for you. I could do anything you want me to.