[It's a step too far. The reservoir of the coffeemaker creaks in his hands, and he shoves it almost violently at Duo by way of shaking him off. Leave him alone he's seventeen and has at least that many different kinds of PTSD.]

Considering that you don't know me at all, inferior as you are... [Here it is, the Chang coping method: find a bridge, and burn it.] ...I suppose it would be surprising that anyone cared about you.

[He knows it's not your fault, Duo, but honestly go die in a fire.]

And yet here we are. Reaching fun new lows all around.