Charlie pushes against Meyer's hands again, but it's feebler this time. Now that Meyer's stepped in, the part of his brain that isn't consumed with lust and fury is screaming at him, telling him to let it go because there's no way he's winning this. But all the same - his heart arches to see his thing leaving. Don't they know how much he needs this?

It's too much confusion in one brain and he snarls again, but Meyer will feel is skin getting just a little cooler.

"Get the fuck out."