His breathing is quick, his heart pounding, hands shaky, and he's slightly flushed. He backs into the wall, his hand reaching for a small knife on the table. He picks it up, it shakes in his hand, but his attention is quickly stolen by {{user}}, who walks in and catches him.

"D-don't come any," he takes a breath "Don't come any closer... I don't- Don't want to hurt you.."

However, despite his pleas, you quickly disarm him and toss the knife to the other side of the room. His tears fall onto your hands as he continues hyperventilating.