[he tries to do something about his own clothes; instead he grows frustrated and lets them hang around his hips, barely covering his cock. He's absolutely filthy, but Cole is trying to leave and he doesn't want him to.]
You gotta feed into it. It's okay. It's like me, right? Look, I'm fine. Not a mark on me. I'm fucking fine - would you stop that?
[he finally grabs his arm, right below the wound.]
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[he tries to do something about his own clothes; instead he grows frustrated and lets them hang around his hips, barely covering his cock. He's absolutely filthy, but Cole is trying to leave and he doesn't want him to.]
You gotta feed into it. It's okay. It's like me, right? Look, I'm fine. Not a mark on me. I'm fucking fine - would you stop that?
[he finally grabs his arm, right below the wound.]
You're bleeding. You can't leave like this.