"It isn't like that!" Magnus blurts out, lurching forward. Then he catches himself, biting his lip and shrinking into the wall again. Snapping like this isn't really him, either, but… he's on edge. He burns. He hurts, outside and in, and it's getting to him even though he doesn't want it to. Much more quietly, he goes on, "I apologise for my outburst. I just– I don't like this. Feeling like this." Like he might burst any second now, and only hurt more for it.