Then don't spit at me for trying to stop you from doing something stupid!

[He raises his voice, with that, and that's really been the only way to ever tell he's honestly bothered, is when he shouts. And maybe the way he's heaving a little with how he's breathing. He curls in on himself, then, lowering his voice again and hugging his knees to his chest, though his breathing is still wrong.]

Don't pull that noble "I care about you" shit when you won't let me even try. I'm shit, I know that, just rip off the damn band-aid and put yourself in a family that's worth your time.