[Short, shallow breathing through his teeth. His voice has gone up an octave in stress, but still not raising in volume, in fact, might be a little softer as he muffles any further noises of distress.]

[Not sure his arms are breaking or not under that grip, it sure feels like it.]

[Yet his focus is oddly still on the argument, the anger. The pain is real and distracting, but for a wimp who isn't used to being in pain at all, maybe it is pride, but he's still angry.]

Is it so hard ugh! to trust me?

[Breathing rapidly.] M-maybe I am proud, but... aren't you? Do you think I want to see you... make a deal to bail me out of something I walked in on...? Don't scare me like that.

[Would say more but pretty sure Hunter is crushing his forearms and it's hard to focus.]