"Maybe not," Hakkai murmurs, picking up his teacup and turning it over to check the bottom: he makes a soft sound of relief to see he hadn't damaged it when he slammed it down on the counter. "But it does seem particularly unfair to be treated like a threat when I'm your victim. Invisible injuries aside."

He sets the cup back down and looks up at Neal.

"I... really was trying to help. I do understand what it's like. Thinking you aren't a violent person, and finding out - you simply hadn't been pushed far enough, yet.

"I used to teach preschool," he adds with a little quirk at the corner of his lips.