[Tristan presses his hand to his face, breathing shallowly, still in pain from his broken wrist, eyes leaking a little again at Ariel's all-too-sure actions. This is horrifying. His brother is really fucked up. Where did he learn to do this anyway? He can't even fathom what's going on in Ariel's head.]

[He tries to take a steadying breath, pitches his voice quiet and obedient as possible. Pleading.]

Ariel please, please don't. Do you want me to beg again? I will.