Poe hadn't hurt him before, had said he didn't want to. But that wasn't the same as just not hurting him at all. And, really, it was inevitable.

He found some pride in the sting, though, knowledge tucked to his chest that he hadn't made this easy. He didn't want the fight, but he was going to give one.

"You're not giving me a choice!" he shouted, jerking around, finally more pissed than scared. "You're not giving me what I want, Poe! I don't want this! Maybe you're right, maybe I don't want you at all!"

He wanted his Poe, not this. This wasn't him, it couldn't be. It broke his heart to think this was all there was, that his Poe never really existed. This Poe couldn't do anything to hurt him more than that.