He made it sound like you're keeping me as a pet. But that's not what bothered me.

[He tugs Adrian a little closer, one arm remaining around him while the other sneaks under the blanket, nudging the hem of Adrian's shirt up just enough to slide beneath and rest against his stomach.]

You went through so much shit. You lost everything. And you're not —

[He pauses, hung up on his own words for a minute.]

It's hard enough feeling different without some asshole making a thing out of it. And he was making a thing out of it. So I hit him.