[He wants to disappear. A couple steps back will remove him from the room, but to think that it would cure the chaos already within it was naive. He stares as the world cracks around him once more with the worry and hurt in Mattias' gestures, the sight of only his back, his pleading to Ryan.

I know I'm not the only one you want. You've both confessed to it.

His head snaps back to Ryan and his gut sinks. He's left reeling through the end of Ryan's words, but he can't bear to wait and see how Mattias responds to that.]

What kind of insecurity must you hold to address these things you've no idea about?!

[His arm swings out, and he presses past Mattias to gesture angrily at Ryan. His voice raises slowly, shaking in its intensity.]

Have you never considered reason for our lack of speech? For his insistence despite all else? Look what you've done! How is he to trust a man who can't trust him in return?

You were— [He pulls back, pressing a hand to his face and smearing down it as he turns around.] You were meant to be that for him!

[Trust. He was supposed to be someone Mattias could trust. It was the only good thing he could see, that he could convince himself with— trust, now broken!]