That little hand has a death grip on him now. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Arthur. Arthur!! It feels like his blood is screaming and he wants nothing more than to wrap around him and find a way under his skin where he belongs. That's why, he's assuming, he sounds choked and it hurts to get the words out.

"...they call me JD here." Quieter. Quiet enough no one will wash his mouth out with soap again. "I fucking hate it."