He comes close to me and grabs my shirt, pulling me closer.

Mike: Why did you say that!? I… I… didn’t kill h… h… her!

He starts bursting out crying and lets go or my shirt.

Mike: I didn’t disserve that! I it wasn’t my fault!
Me: I am sorry I didn’t mean it. It was the only thing I could do to get you to not kill Kahn.
Mike: Now you’re with him! Bet you are in love with him not me!
Me: Mike you know I love you!
Mike: If you really loved me you wouldn’t have said that and you wouldn’t be standing up for him!
Me: Mike! Think about it! What does killing him solve? You will then have to deal with killing someone! You are already depressed as it is! You might…
Mike: What?
Me: Want to hurt yourself…
Mike: You probably wouldn’t care if I did. You think I am a killer anyway!