[When he spins Angus around, he sees that the tears have returned. Without something to scream at, to share his pain with, everything stays. He regresses to crying alone. Powerless. Alone.
He wants to do something. He can't do anything. There's no right way to be angry here. He can't even voice his frustration without being told he is wrong.]
...Leave me alone.
[He jerks away from Spongebob's grip and lets his eyes haze over as he looks at nothing in particular. The middle of the floor, he assumes. He doesn't know what his eyes are processing anymore.]
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He wants to do something. He can't do anything. There's no right way to be angry here. He can't even voice his frustration without being told he is wrong.]
...Leave me alone.
[He jerks away from Spongebob's grip and lets his eyes haze over as he looks at nothing in particular. The middle of the floor, he assumes. He doesn't know what his eyes are processing anymore.]