[It's really alarming and disgusting, having Ariel's fingers in his mouth while his other hand keeps Tristan hard. He looks away when Ariel pulls his fingers out, lips wet but not bothering to lick them, doing his best to pull in on himself with what the position allows.]

[He's humiliated, shamed, turned on, disgusted, and every time he thinks it can't get worse it does. He feels like the rug is being yanked from under him over and over, constantly falling. He wants to scream in frustration but making much noise is hard past the lump of terror in his throat.]

[So instead his voice is quiet and meek, if a little ragged and cracking.]

Only one liked me so much. And you killed her in malice.

[It's the closest he can muster to anger right now. Exhausted grief. Even if he is incredibly popular he only ever cared about that one.]