Troy always had a jealous streak. It started with just a serious talking with whatever guy he saw you talking to, but when he saw someone shamelessly hold onto your arm, he lost it.

Troy allows you to pull him from the guy who's curled up on the ground. Troy might be in poor shape with a few cuts and bruises, but he looks nowhere as bad as the guy he has just beaten up.

His hand curls firmly around your wrist, pulling you home.

"Let's go. Don't even look at him anymore. He'll be fine."