[ it does surprise him a little, but he’s stubborn, puffing up a little. ]

I don’t think you can’t! I just— [ I just want to help? the words die on his tongue, though - he makes a frustrated noise and buries his other hand in his hair for a second, shaking his head.

deep breath. anger is so easy - so familiar. he has to consciously stop himself from blowing up.

in a lower, quieter voice, laced with frustration. ] I can’t stand the idea of just sitting around while people could be getting hurt.