[Petre's words are laser-guided as usual, making him stop and stiffen up with his back to them. He'd never make any attempt to hide it, especially not when John was so clearly meant to see it in the first place, but that extra layer of shamelessness that he paints on everything just makes John want to close his hands around that skinny neck and never let go.

Instead, he focusses on Ryan. Not a show. Even the act itself is wiped out by the stupidity of that statement.]

So, what. He's too bad of an influence to trust me around him, but you're just fine? That's how it works now? You think he can't fuck with you, too, just because you're not - [Not everything that makes John who he is. Ryan's still vulnerable, just in different ways. And he doesn't doubt that Petre can play to those ways just as well.] - he just took the order off. Why d'you think he's suddenly here? Jesus Christ, Ryan, of course it's a show.

[Now he can deal with Petre.]

Y'know what? I'm not even blaming you this time. This one's on me. If I ever think you're actually making up for the shit you've pulled without some way of pulling more, it's on me.