“Get the fuck off of him!” Scott yelled, grabbing Kent. Kent shook him off, then shoved him, “Don’t fucking touch me, Hunter.” He made a disgusted face, as if Scott were a pile of rotting meat, and tried to knock Scott’s hand away. Scott held tight and pulled him closer. Kent looked horrified, as if Scott was going to kiss him or something. “Let go of me, you—” Kent cut himself off just in time. “You what?” Scott yelled in his face. “You what? Finish your fucking sentence.”
