"No – " Tony stares at him. "No harm done? Are you kidding me? Yeah, there'll be harm done! Every goddamn time those controls are used, that's harm. To you. Right? Maybe not physical, maybe it'd be over fast, but it would still – Christ."

He puts his face into his hands and groans before looking up, his expression all the more wild for how lined his face is with exhaustion and stress. "Look. Don't try to make this easier for me. It shouldn't be easy for me. I should be feeling Irish Catholic levels of guilt. I deserve the nightmares, okay? But you don't deserve to have that bullshit happen to you ever again."