[His growl is raw and angry. He twists and thrashes, but what it amounts to more than anything else is the tight sensation of burning across his wrists from sheer friction, as senseless as they'd ever been years ago. Only this time everything feels harder to swallow. Bigger. Or angrier. Or more important, like it won't just go away over dinner. Something's changed, and as keyed-up as he is when he twists towards his side, using every ounce of strength to twist his arms closer to his body—

He tries to bite.

Tries to sink his teeth into the meat of Fenris' shoulder, or his arm, or— anything within reach. It's stupid and childish, but what else is there when he can't move or think or make sense of this? They're still who they were then, after all.]

I wouldn't be freaking out about some idiot off the street!!! [He was already when he asked for Fenris' help.] I wasn't— I wasn't freaking out about YOU anyway! [He doesn't care what's true or what's not. Like his efforts to fight back, it's all blind swings.] Why do you always have to make everything weird—

[Another snap of his teeth, glowering.]

'It just happened' and now you both think you're better than me, is that it?