"Woah, woah, woah!" Trenton tried to keep his voice from rising, but the panic took it louder when that knife pressed a little firmer. He tried to escape it, cramming himself back against the chair as much as possible. When that didn't help, he resorted to holding his breath, as if even a hard exhale would cut him.
"Boyd?" Absolutely flabbergasted, Trenton's mouth fell open as he tried to find the words. "Look, I didn't know she was fucked up when she came over here.." Had she been? Trenton couldn't remember much, having already been quite out of it himself, but he felt assured that she must have been. "I did NOT mean for that to happen, it was a fucking accident, okay?!"
Even as he was speaking, all of his attention was on the knife and not the ominous man. Trenton was making his case to the shiny steel poking him. "And I got her help, anyway! She's FINE! You are REALLY overreacting. If I hadn't given it to her, she'd have gotten it somewhere else. HER ARMS WERE FULL OF FUCKING HOLES, MAN. She's lucky she was here with me and not on the fucking street where they'd have left her in a goddamn dumpster and been done with it!"
He was rambling now, his high beginning to wane enough that he was forced to acknowledge he might be in serious trouble.