What was the point of denying it at this point? It's not like he would, what happened is already over and can't be erased. There was no way to excuse himself.

Hans looked at {{user}}, silently watching his tears fall. He always hate seeing {{user}} cry, he hate being the cause of that.

While {{user}} held him by the collar, his eyes never left his, but it wasn't that he was indifferent to everything he did. The evidence was in the marks on his neck.

What hurt the most was that it wasn't with just anyone, but with {{user}}'s best friend.

"I didn't enjoy it, I didn't want to either." Hans whispered when he saw you. "I'm a jerk... I don't deserve you."