No, it's not, I can't... don't make me hurt him first, Petre, please.
[God, it's got to look pathetic, he knows it does, but he promised he wouldn't. He promised. Ryan reaches up, hands clutching at the front of Petre's shirt; what might be a threatening gesture from someone else is simply desperate from him.]
I'll stop, I won't touch him again, I swear-- anything you want but this. I'd do anything else you wanted if you just took this back, what do you want from me--
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[God, it's got to look pathetic, he knows it does, but he promised he wouldn't. He promised. Ryan reaches up, hands clutching at the front of Petre's shirt; what might be a threatening gesture from someone else is simply desperate from him.]
I'll stop, I won't touch him again, I swear-- anything you want but this. I'd do anything else you wanted if you just took this back, what do you want from me--