[The yelp is louder this time, decidedly pained. He jerks away, hard - stumbles into the corner, off-balance. His breathing wasn't doing great before, but it is decidedly strained, now; he's gasping like he can't get enough air.]
[ she lets him go and stumbles several steps back as she stares at him. w- what did he... she swallows and feels herself getting overwhelmed. no. not again. she can't take this. she's losing all of the people that she cares about. one by one. ]
Hurricane, I'm... I'm sorry. [ she closes her eyes and tries to keep calm. no crying. absolutely no crying. ] I won't touch again, I... I'm just frustrated, it's been a bad night and... [ she bumps into the shelf behind her, making it rattle. ]
[His eyes go wider; they had been searching the room, trying to find what the hell is causing all this, but - there's nothing. Just rows and rows of conbini goods, and the shelf that's shaking itself apart.]
[He swallows, back to the corner and already debating whether it was wise to put his back in the corner.]
[ she had asked him earlier if he was mad and he said no, but it kind of seems like he is. he bows her head. d.va isn't sure what she did, but she clearly upset him. ]
[ since she's knocked a snack or two off she's going to kneel down and pop open the bag of chips, looking up at hurricane to make sure he isn't going to book it. she crushes them up and writes a message, ironically in doritos, hey. ]
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