[Terry recoils, retreating back into his corner of the couch, and for a moment he looks confused and ashamed. Like maybe he's just let his paranoia run away with him and now he's hurting someone he cares about because of it. It's exactly what he didn't want.]

[But, no, he hasn't made this up. He helped free Octave from that prison, watched Lesedi break Tooru's knee, saw the marks she left on Luci. He doesn't know what Santiago wants, but this isn't a good thing.]

I can't do it anymore, Max. I can't just sit here and watch someone else I love get fucking-- get swallowed up by whatever the fuck Santiago and Blanche are doing.

[He sets his jaw and stands, looking away from Maxxie. This... It's clearly not going to go anywhere. Terry sighs, looking defeated and deflated as he drags a hand theough his hair and looks at the floor, and his voice is much the same. He can't make Maxxie listen to anything he doesn't want to hear.]

Whatever, I'll-- I'm gonna get dressed and get out of your space.