[He keeps the cloth bundled tight in one fist. With his free hand, he pushes his palm against Toshinori's chest, not quite shoving him down but clearly absolutely prepared to do so.]
If I let you go, you're just gonna run for the door. Aren't you?
[He pulls on the cloth, drawing it tightly--painfully--against the delicate bones in Toshi's wrist.]
no subject
[He keeps the cloth bundled tight in one fist. With his free hand, he pushes his palm against Toshinori's chest, not quite shoving him down but clearly absolutely prepared to do so.]
If I let you go, you're just gonna run for the door. Aren't you?
[He pulls on the cloth, drawing it tightly--painfully--against the delicate bones in Toshi's wrist.]
Be honest, now.