[ As much as he wishes to, AR can't will himself to match PM's gaze - an action that has been increasing in frequency as of late. He feels as if he is going to vomit, or run away, or do both at the same time. Or one at a time, in no particular order. ]
It's fine... well, it is not. Not at all. But.. [ he looks at her ] I'd rather not be someone that... comes between others.
[ He attempts to free himself of her grip. ] I should go.