Shit. That wasn't-

He didn't want that.

He didn't want to hurt him.

He pushes down his anger at Yellow, anger he isn't the least but ashamed of to stop and try to center himself. Stop reacting.

Instead, he's going to reach a tentacle down to him. He won't touch but... it's an offer.

This isn't going to be a second Oscar. He's not... going to let his emotions make him hurt people who don't deserve it. He has to be better.

[I don't hate you. And I... I refuse to.] His tone firms up. [I'm sorry I hit you. But this shit where you attack me stops now.]