[Again, he flinches, but it's because he can't see what Ivar is doing. His own hands move over Ivar's wrists, briefly wanting to push him away but ultimately clinging to him as Dodger tries to follow his instructions. He takes a faltering breath and lets it go immediately, then a second that lasts just a little bit longer. The bottle he'd been holding has rolled onto the floor, but it was empty anyway. It's forgotten now, gone from his reality because the only things that exist are Ivar and the lurking feeling of dread.]

...just lost control, I got drunk, I just- my- I don't know, my steady, I hurt him too and he won't speak to me and I just needed to break something and I wasn't thinking...

[Another deep breath, this one he manages to hold in for a moment but his breath is short again right after.]