[This time, he's not retreating, but that hand... it's moving closer, the needle threatening to penetrate his flesh at any moment. Nia hesitates, not wanting to cause him to jerk into any abrupt movement. He decides he'll have to try and reason with words this time, not actions.] No, Ikenna, they're wrong, they--doing this to yourself won't make anything better, I--
[He's not listening, though. He's just continuing on his tirade, Nia's words simply going in one ear and out the other.] D-don't... don't say that, Ikenna. You're the best thing that's happened to me, so don't, please.... [he attempts, his thin voice choking up, his tears spilling.]