Ye stubborn son of a bitch, [he snapped, and ignoring the ache in his ribs, he reached out and grabbed Charles by the collar, shoving him up against the closest wall.]
I don't need your God damned help getting outta here. [But his voice dropped, barely above a whisper.]
I got things to do here, still. [Please just let him assume he had a grudge to settle, and drop it. Because he was dangerously close to telling this nosy bastard the truth.]
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I don't need your God damned help getting outta here. [But his voice dropped, barely above a whisper.]
I got things to do here, still. [Please just let him assume he had a grudge to settle, and drop it. Because he was dangerously close to telling this nosy bastard the truth.]