"Nah, it's nothing like that. I just get angry. That's why I lose my breath. It's not that big of a deal, doesn't happen that often." Harvey didn't think something like this was a problem. Problems were bigger, harder to tackle and definitely not getting embarrassingly angry for no good reason. Shit, he was like a fucking toddler. What was wrong with him? Where was his impulse control? "It's not macho to be that bad at handling your shit."

With a sigh, he moved around the storage room and idly browsed the products on the shelf so he had something to do besides this.

"I don't really get scared. Honestly, not really. Can't remember the last time." He didn't really have any fears or phobias, just things he didn't like. "Mostly I just got a temper."