[His jaw tightens, teeth clench - fighting back against the anger until his eyes fade back into its usual shade of blue. Even doing that much puts visible strain on him. Griffin has to force himself to take deep breaths, until his hot blood cools down enough to actually trade measured words.]

...Look. I didn't mean to belittle you. I know you're fucking tough, but-- that doesn't stop me from feeling useless after this whole shitty week.