[Never in a million years would Michael ever admit how much Tieria's careless dismissal of how he felt - especially since it was a bitch for him to even recognise it for what it was in the first place - hurt. His fists clenched; he had no idea how to deal with any of it: a hysterical Tieria, the goddamn virus fucking everything up, his own fucking feelings...

And in typical Michael fashion: when in doubt, lash out.]

Just shut the fuck up! What the hell are you talking about? You're not even making any goddamn sense. Why can you just fucking listen to us when we say that we love you? Why the fuck do you always have to be so fucking paranoid? [He shook off Lockon's hand and shoved Tieria back, already drawing his fist back to crack Tieria across the face.]