"Don't--" he bites off, desperate not to hear any more apologies, all of them humming with guilt on the wrong frequency— but his fingers only tighten their hold on Ronan's, his chest shuddering. His voice drops, low. "He made you feel so good, Ronan. I felt it. You know I did. He gave you only good things. Only pleasure.
And this. This is what I gave you. Why would you choose pain?"