[. . . the support helps, at least. but it doesn't keep his body from shaking, from his grip clinging white-knuckled at his crutches. the fury is already boiling in his stomach, threatening to bubble over, to spill out into the open in an uncharacteristic display of anger. it's only his impeccable self-control that keeps it heavily lidded]
[he is. . . angry at so many different things here, and he can't-- he can't let that be known at all]
no subject
[he is. . . angry at so many different things here, and he can't-- he can't let that be known at all]
[. . .]
. . . I'm so fucking-- over this.