Orin was kneeling in front of Seymour now, practically collapsing under the weight of his gas mask contraption and sins, and yet the sight didn't arouse vindication and satisfaction in Seymour… at least, not mostly… he was terrified. He was suffering in front of him, partially because of his own inaction, the laissez-faire option the universe had seemingly presented to him on a silver platter when it usually had no such kindnesses in store for him, and that and the other two options available to him crowded the forefront of his mind, overwhelming anything else but cowardly fear. Seymour could relieve the suffering of someone who was technically his fellow man even in spite of his sadistic creepiness, who actually almost seemed human now that he was in this vulnerable position and at his mercy, either through going through with shooting him or obeying his numerous pleas for him to save him. That first option didn't seem very likely given that he had been too spineless to shoot him earlier, and the second filled him with even more dread; how could he directly facilitate his awful treatment of Audrey? Suddenly, Orin almost seemed to perk up, as much as he could in his current state, anyway, and somehow managed to look Seymour in the eyes, his opportunism and powers of intimidation regained and barely hampered by his lack of air and hope.
"You can have Audrey. Just let me go." This was followed by a peel of deranged laughter that Seymour barely noticed over his shock. "...What?" Orin was struggling to maintain his kneeling position and not end up on the floor entirely now, and Seymour found himself instinctively propping him up. "What're you, deaf? You can have Audrey if you let me go!" Seymour knew he didn't have much time to contemplate this proposal; Orin was fading fast right before his eyes. And yet he still felt frozen in place and time, helpless to know where to even begin dealing with this development. Audrey would be free of his treatment of her, and… maybe? she might be interested in him? that seemed about as likely as Orin's gas mask just happening to break right after he had come to his office with the intent of killing him, anyway… but what if his word was as good as his adherence to medical ethics and ethics in general? What if, after this near-death experience inevitably inspired no self-reflection or work on his part, he started treating someone else like how he was treating her now? It wouldn't be as bad for it to not be Audrey, but it would still be horrible… but it wouldn't involve the end of a supposedly human life or blood on his hands. Blood… what was he gonna do about Audrey 2?!
Orin collapsing on the ground completely snapped Seymour out of his panicked contemplations, and he was shocked to find himself hurriedly, clumsily wrestling his gas mask contraption off of him. When he finally got it off, Orin remained on the ground, his eyes closed and seemingly not breathing, and Seymour was almost entirely convinced that he had died after all when his eyes snapped open and he started gasping for air, his collected coolness entirely absent in his struggle for it. As Seymour struggled to process what had just happened and its implications, Orin addressed him while still gasping for air, something not entirely understandable about how it had taken him long enough, and after a long moment of hesitation Seymour shakily pointed the gun back at him even while knowing that any convincingness the gesture once had was now entirely gone for both of them. "D-Don't go anywhere near Audrey again, o-okay?" Despite the gravity of the situation, Seymour cringed at himself and the way that had sounded so much more like a question than a command. He was definitely not going to be 'having Audrey,' he couldn't even bring himself to let her abuser die of 'natural causes,' but at least she was free of him now… "J-Just break up with her over the phone and never see her again."
Orin, having caught his breath, looked at him contemplatively for a moment before somehow managing to spring to his feet, his shakiness not entirely gone but surprisingly well under control, and Seymour quickly moved to join him after a pause. "First you nearly kill me, and then you rob me of seein' this play out for myself?" …What did he mean by that? Was the idea of Seymour being with Audrey that amusing to him? With an overdramatic sigh, he extended a hand out to him. "You're killin' me, Seymour. Fine." With revulsion and shame that was nearly overtaken by angered envy as Seymour's hand was enveloped by his, he shook on it with him, trying and probably failing to not wince at his tight grasp and ending the handshake at the earliest opportunity. "B-Break up with her tonight." In spite of the conviction that Seymour probably completely failed at imbuing his voice and stance with, Orin looked at him exasperatedly. "You're really tryin' ta make sure our is are dotted and our ts are crossed, aren't ya? Don't you trust me?"
Especially with the nauseated disgust and regret Seymour felt upon being grouped together with Orin in an 'our' and the deal it symbolized, that now bound them together and had spared his life, he didn't know how to respond to that. Eventually, Orin continued anyway before he could. "Fine." Seymour nodded slowly, trying to appear more confident than he felt even as what little of a world he had collapsed around him. "Good! Good…" Before Orin could change his mind or either of them could make the situation even worse somehow, Seymour spun around and left the room and then the building entirely, reeling from the events that had just transpired even worse than he probably would have if they had produced a body and struggling to figure out any kind of path forward.