"I don't need your god-damn bullshit." Nicholai pushed the hand away and slowly got to his feet, his teeth still twisted into a horrible snarl. He didn't need HUNK's sympathy and as he tilted up, he leaned in and spat across his former comrade's palm just for good measure.
"Don't touch me like that ever again. Or I'll remove your fingers." He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned forward. Such a feral creature he was. And he liked it that way.