[That look hurts him. Not because he knows Travis means anything by it, but the reason for it. Travis is acting like a wounded animal, lashing out in fear of being hurt further.

He's acting like Wade would have acted, had the roles been reversed. He almost wants to look away, but he steels himself and swallows hard.]

I'm sorry. Okay? I know I was an asshole and I forced you into this. It wasn't fair. But I saw you bust through that door and I just... I panicked. I knew it was going to be you or me, and I didn't think I could convince you to throw the fight. Not without Douchey McSchmuckface hearing and putting both of our careers in jeopardy.

I knew there was going to be only one outcome to this, so I just... took a third option. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do.