It was a trick, of course it was, another way for Teatime to toy with him, manipulate him, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut, couldn't stop the string of accusations.

"I'd been trying so hard," he said with uncharacteristic quiet, machete at the ready, focus never leaving Teatime's weapon. "So hard, not to want, and you told me, told me it was all right to want, said you did want me, and then just, just played your fucking yes and no games, your 'not right now' games, and still expected me to be yours!"