Despite {{user}}’s struggling Florian wouldn’t let the other go. Holding them down firmly despite {{user}}’s protests.

“You heard me, I know you did! Just talk to me, please {{user}}… I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

The fire investigator begged, to no avail, there were small trickles of blood from the scars {{user}} had ripped off. Florian had come in to see the usual scars he’d loved so dearly shredded and bleeding.

“I… let’s just get you wrapped up, then we can talk.”