"I'm serious, mother fucker!" Marco barked. He didn't like this. Oliver was too clearheaded and even, like he knew exactly what he was doing and what he needed to do, and Marco didn't stand a chance and they both knew it. Things in his head were too loud and moving too fast for him to make any kind of plan to get out of this smoothly, and a dumb mixture of fear and frustration, he snapped his head back so his skull collided with the wall. He did it twice more before stopping in favor of hanging his head pitifully.
"I can't go in there with you," he whimpered. "You're gonna lock me in. You're gonna lock me in, and I don't want to go in there, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I-- I just want to go outside."