Tw: Violence, yelling, aggression

Mass' fingers curl around his shoulders, nails digging painfully into his skin. Florida glances around for an exit, desparation growing.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!"Mass' eyebrows are drawn together, wild look in his eyes, he's breathing heavily, "I can't fucking deal with that right now!" His voice cracks on the last word and Florida notices the tears in his eyes.

Mass pauses at Florida's terrified expression, still breathing heavily, "Oh my god- Florida-" His grip lossens, eyes widening, "I- I didn't mean to-" He moves to cup the other's face, stopping as Florida flinches, "I'm not going to hurt you."

His hands fall to his sides as he watches Florida try to calm himself, he'd never seen the other this afraid.

"I- I'm sorry," Florida keeps his eyes trained on the ground, his voice is barely above a whisper, "I didn't mean to make you angry."