[He flinches, but allows Ivar to touch him and after a moment he grips his hand in return.]

I- hurt someone, and there's no- there's no reason he shouldn't go tell someone, I don't have blackmail on him and I can't stop him if he tells and I'll get- fucking killed over and over again until Max fucking Tinder decides he's done with me and I'm-

[He manages to stop himself, pressing the heel of his free hand into his good eye and taking a deep and shaky breath. It's odd how his bad eye stays open, staring blankly at nothing - it's hard to notice how unfocused it is, when both are open.]