Diego's expression crumples just listening to Ravi and how he reigns his voice back in. Diego wishes he could do that, but people can always read him like a book. He remembered when Ravi's evasiveness was mysterious and alluring. Now it's frustrating and upsetting, but it doesn't make Diego want him any less.

"Neither are you," he counters. "But what was I supposed to do? Let you go? I mean—fuck." Diego shakes his head like that'll clear it. "Let you go alone, is what I meant." It wasn't exactly what he meant.