[of course he's hurt he just got his ass beat down in the street. he looks between them confused as to why petre gives a shit about his would-be tormenter's current state of ass beatedness. he does a little double take when he looks at the boy on the ground again, as if just now seeing how far he took it. but instead of trying to make up for it, he looks suddenly flighty, looking around to make sure no one's calling the police or some shit. hey man he's a troubled teen it wouldn't take much to land him in the juviest of juvies]
Come on. [urgently pulls on petres sleeve. stop being a wuss and come on] We need to get out of here, what are you doing?
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Come on. [urgently pulls on petres sleeve. stop being a wuss and come on] We need to get out of here, what are you doing?