[ Jesse tries to rip his arms out from Nacho's grip, but the guy is solid. He hasn't clocked yet that Nacho's not here to fight, that he hadn't tracked Jesse to this specific restaurant with intent to hurt, and he shakes his head frantically, eyes wide. ]
Yo, man, I don't want any trouble, alright? I'm not the guy you want anyway. I'm not the guy!
[ He yanks at his wrists again, getting nothing but a painful twinge in his right one from his efforts, and winces, hissing in pain. ]
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Yo, man, I don't want any trouble, alright? I'm not the guy you want anyway. I'm not the guy!
[ He yanks at his wrists again, getting nothing but a painful twinge in his right one from his efforts, and winces, hissing in pain. ]
Shit!