Amycus had tried not to react to the pain as the glass cut deeper into his hand when Rabastan jerked it away from him, but he hadn't been able to completely hide his wince. Or the relief on his face when he was finally able to breathe again when Rodolphus let go of his throat. He lay there for a minute without moving or speaking just breathing in deeply, not wanting to think about how close he'd just come to unconsciousness, or worse, at the hands of his best friends older brother. Someone he'd always considered a friend as well. Or at least he had until tonight.
He glared up at Rodolphus, ignoring Rabastan for the moment, as he reached up to wipe Rodolphus' blood off his face. "Get off me," he said, his words somewhat obscured by the sudden thickness of his Greek accent combined with the soreness from being choked.
He glanced over at Rabastan and felt a stab of guilt at the horror he saw on his friends face. "What does it look like?" he muttered, feeling a bit ashamed of himself. "Things got a little out of hand Rab. That's all," he said, hoping that Rabastan would believe him and let it go but a part of him knew that his friend probably wouldn't.