I didn't think of it in the middle of my swinging dramatics, okay?

[He is just a little snappy, like a true teenager ought to be, but there's a layer of bubbling panic under it that floats to the surface a little. He scrubs his face with his hands and is unhappy to find nothing magically corrects itself.]

... Can you, like. Put a hand in front of his screen.

Make loud beatbox noises to drown out the audio?