Herbert is GLAD that he's angry - and that stokes him even further, coaxing a furious hiss from the pent-up young man. He's not sure why this is making him quite so furious, exactly. It's hard to put a finger on, and that's even MORE irritating.
"Good? HOW could this feel - I don't LIKE destroying things, Herbert - I don't-"
On impulse, the hand in the wall rears back, twining instead into his lover's collar and pulling him very close. He still won't hit him, but - oh, he is LIVID.
"I FIX things. I'm the man who FIXES things, not the one who BREAKS THEM. That is what I am FOR, that is what I was always SUPPOSED TO DO - PRESERVE, UPHOLD, REPAIR EVERYONE ELSE'S MESS-"
Oh.
He blinks, looking for all the world like he has just popped a joint that had been locked stiff for 25 years.
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"Good? HOW could this feel - I don't LIKE destroying things, Herbert - I don't-"
On impulse, the hand in the wall rears back, twining instead into his lover's collar and pulling him very close. He still won't hit him, but - oh, he is LIVID.
"I FIX things. I'm the man who FIXES things, not the one who BREAKS THEM. That is what I am FOR, that is what I was always SUPPOSED TO DO - PRESERVE, UPHOLD, REPAIR EVERYONE ELSE'S MESS-"
Oh.
He blinks, looking for all the world like he has just popped a joint that had been locked stiff for 25 years.