[ Cold angry. Distancing is what helps Gorgug to understand what Harold defines as that sort of anger, and he thinks he gets it: the kind of anger where people grow quiet, holding it in to let it simmer far from the surface.

But Gorgug likes to hear the rest, too. It's something he's never had to think about before: how others view anger, and how they perceive it on others. ]

You sound like good teammates. Or friends. [ Or both. It doesn't have to be either or. Gorgug looks at the steel figure in his hands, and sets it onto the palm of one hand, atop the glove he wears. He grabs a thin tool with a flat end and a slim handle, starts to curve it around the pieces of wire, and finding parts where they're crooked, or looking a little awkward.

In this small, careful motion, he makes the wire smooth, and curves as well any ends that haven't been tucked away as nicely. A little magic to help bring the Good Boy together. ]

I don't think a mindless kind of rage is for me, either. I like deliberate. [ He glances at Harold, but mostly stays looking at the small dog and at Bear, and then sets his free hand above the other to create a dome shape above the steel dog figurine.

And when he dips the palm of his hand to make a crooked shape, the figurine sits on its hind legs to better mirror Bear.

He then gives it one last look over, and holds it out to Harold. ]

Thank you. I don't go out of control, unless-- something makes me. I know it might sound bad, but... I go into Rages to protect people, too.