Pratt doesn't move, isn't going to risk it for either of them. He just pants, trying to catch his breath while his throat feels like it's still trying to close up.

Though he's speaking to Ava, he's looking right at Sharky. "I don't care if Sharky hates me for the rest of his life, so long as he's okay. He can.. can never talk to me ever again, that's fine. I just.. can't let him end like this. He deserves better. I let him down before, let everyone down. And I'm not doing that again."

Yeah okay, Pratt is tearing up a little because he would be devastated if Sharky never spoke to him again. And the thought that Sharky might just be gone forever, replaced with Pickles permanently...

He swallows down a sob because he doesn't want to think about that, "You can let him up, I'm not gonna kill him. I'm just..."

A failure. Again. Like always.

"Yeah it's fine. We're good."