"Mm," he hummed in a gentle disagreement. "No. Handlin' all of your everythin' feels like somethin' I ought to be able to do. Being.." His eyes shifted back and forth, forehead pinching a little. "Bein' unsettled and unable to handle your screams on top of the ones I feel scratchin' at the back of my throat feels like a failure of capability." And with it came a thread of failure of worth.

Winona just liked to abuse that shit.