Daniel shook Boyd off almost immediately, and when Rosalie came up behind him, obviously with the intent to comfort, he pulled away from her too. "Stop petting me! Both of you! I am not five years old!" This dissolved into a stream of vicious cursing that, indeed, no five-year-old would know. "She's not acting normal, I tell you!" he shouted, voice rising. "Don't stand there like I'm--I'm panicking about nothing!" He dropped more paper and finally threw most of it up in the air all over both of them, whirling around and stomping off toward the kitchen.