"Everything that happened?" Edgar's voice is raw with disbelief and outrage, and with something like an echo of Max's own desperation. "That fuckin happened, like he was just there and had nothing to do with it. Like everything he fuckin did to you --"

He's not trying to pull away from Max's grip. On the contrary, he's holding on tighter himself, like at any moment he might try dragging him away by main force.