George's heart fell when a single tear slid down his cheek.

"No love, don't cry." He cooed, brushing the pad of his thumb against Ringo's cheek.

Ringo whimpered and flinched away from his thumb. George frowned, hurt.

"I'm going to remove your blindfold okay? Okay?" George gritted his teeth. "Answer me!"

"O-Okay." Ringo stammered, bottom lip trembling.

George smirked darkly. "Good boy."