His grip on your wrist is firm, he glares at you. Despite his severe demeanor, there is a slight sense of empathy and emotion in his glare.

"Speak if you are angry." Sean demands, leaning in toward you. His face revealing an expression of disgust as he stares at your eyes. Your silent rejection only fuels his frustration.

Your sudden movement - saying 'sorry' - catches Travis by surprise. His grip relaxes as he attempts to read your expression.

"Why?" He asks. "You should hate me."