[The audible worry in Ange's voice makes him feel a little bad, because he hates worrying his friends like this, but maybe a little selfishly, he feels almost comforted by it. Sure, he's the kid that gets along with everyone in town, but it still feels nice to feel cared for. Maybe remnants of his time as an orphan, but Scott can't fully shove down those feelings, so he doesn't try very hard to push Ange away.
Besides, she wouldn't want that either, right? He can totally imagine her frowning at him with that stern face, hands on her hips and telling him he's being an idiot. ...Not to mention, he's genuinely a little scared about what's going on with everything-- with him. Maybe it was a fluke?]
I-I feel like I'm going to hurt someone. [His voice drops lower, suddenly flinching as a vision crops in: Ange buried beneath some rubble and this time, he visibly flinches, whole body tensing as a loud gasp leaves him. W-what was that? He squeezes his eyes harder, this time bringing his hands up to cover his eyes.]
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Besides, she wouldn't want that either, right? He can totally imagine her frowning at him with that stern face, hands on her hips and telling him he's being an idiot. ...Not to mention, he's genuinely a little scared about what's going on with everything-- with him. Maybe it was a fluke?]
I-I feel like I'm going to hurt someone. [His voice drops lower, suddenly flinching as a vision crops in: Ange buried beneath some rubble and this time, he visibly flinches, whole body tensing as a loud gasp leaves him. W-what was that? He squeezes his eyes harder, this time bringing his hands up to cover his eyes.]
I'm going to hurt you. I-I saw it! [His voice shakes.]