Something about his tone scrapes at him, and his temper snaps. Jerking his head to glare at Psi, he bares his fangs. "Not everyone likes scraping up old wounds," he hisses, wings flaring out more. "Or bein' reminded of 'em."

How does he not get this? It drives him up the wall that Psi is so oblivious. Frustrated, he keeps going, hand fisting at his side. "Ya always do this- no one asks ya to poke yer nose inta things, but ya do it anyway."