[Petre isn't someone he can easily stand his ground against, especially not now, nor would he want to stay so close; Ryan leans back when he moves to loom over him, at a loss for anything else to do. The position chafes slightly- it's just another reminder of which of them is in control of this conversation- but he's not falling all the way back, he can at least take some pride in that much.
Does that make you feel special-- fuck, of course it does, John does, but his discomfort is only growing the longer Petre speaks.]
No--
[He shakes his head vehemently, the movement brief and almost jerky.]
No. Not like that, I don't want anything to be like that. I don't want you to do anything else to him, I just-
[And there he finally lets slip the frustrated thought he's been holding onto nearly this entire time.]
I just want you to leave him alone, Petre. This is so-- so fucked up, all of it is, everything you've been doing. He does have friends. And yeah, I probably am gonna say the wrong thing eventually, but that has nothing to do with you.
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Does that make you feel special-- fuck, of course it does, John does, but his discomfort is only growing the longer Petre speaks.]
No--
[He shakes his head vehemently, the movement brief and almost jerky.]
No. Not like that, I don't want anything to be like that. I don't want you to do anything else to him, I just-
[And there he finally lets slip the frustrated thought he's been holding onto nearly this entire time.]
I just want you to leave him alone, Petre. This is so-- so fucked up, all of it is, everything you've been doing. He does have friends. And yeah, I probably am gonna say the wrong thing eventually, but that has nothing to do with you.