Re: quicklog: the arcade
You tried to get me out without talking to me. So you did the exact thing you don't want me to do for you. [He took the poke to the chest and didn't budge. It wasn't clear how he'd decided to feel about any of this. Anger had a portion, certainly, along with fear. What would happen to her if he had to leave? What was going to happen now, because he hadn't been convincing enough?
Sharply:] You're not returning anywhere. I'll figure something out. [But what? How the hell was he going to back out without also leaving this place behind?]