...I want things. And then it's hard to...control.

[Slowly, finger by finger, he makes himself let go of the knob, and runs his tongue over the edges of his teeth, testing.]

I want to pick a fight and win. I want to run as fast as I can. I want to find everyone that matters and make them smell like me. I want to bite something.

[He shifts his weight from foot to foot, slowly. Surreptitious. Restless.]

I'd already be pacing circles around you right now if I wasn't holding myself back.