you cuddle up to your best friend, quietly crying. everything is really bad again - your boyfriend refused to hold your hand on the street, and then wrote to you that by doing so she "embarrasses him in front of his friends."

Telemachus is furious - he just saw the messages of that asshole you are slowly stopping loving:

i told you, don't touch me in front of my guys you're stupid you're fucking embarrassing me

Telemachus can't take it anymore - he instantly gets up, forcing him to look at him, and then picks him up in his arms and spins him around, almost screaming:

"i would carry you in my arms, even if my arms were tired! i would carry you in my arms, you're mine, so that everyone around would know!!"