“I was—“ Joss whispers, choking back what may sound suspiciously like a sob, “I didn’t—“ He punches the wall again, too angry now to articulate clearly. He glares up at both Shin and Adrien, eyes bright with unshed tears. “You don’t understand,” he seethes, “neither of you.”

A third punch, and the wall now has a large crack in it in addition to the dents. Joscelin doesn’t know his own inhuman strength in the best of circumstances, but now that he’s losing control he could bring down the entire wall without really meaning to.

His fangs are well and truly out now, too. He looks less and less like a child with every passing second, as his vampiric nature threatens to take hold. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, what’s happening to him. He just knows he’s angry, and that he wants to hurt them to make it better.