You don't-- [You don't want to play is what's cut off here.
His breath hitches, and Theo's shoulders are tense, hands gripping the side of the chair. Strangely, that usual anger isn't bubbling up. Not yet, anyway.]
Why. Why would you want to? Why would you want to be anywhere near me.
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His breath hitches, and Theo's shoulders are tense, hands gripping the side of the chair.
Strangely, that usual anger isn't bubbling up. Not yet, anyway.]
Why. Why would you want to? Why would you want to be anywhere near me.