[Normal, really? That's what he has to offer? Michael can feel that manic heat spreading out through his chest, and it's a struggle to keep it in. He tries to listen to everything before he responds, but his brain's stuck in its track, so all Lance's other points just turn into fuel for the fire, especially the last part.]

It wasn't a traumatic experience. [He's practically snarling.] I barely even remember it, I was mostly asleep. You don't understand, this isn't just mood swings.

[He's being irrational and he knows it but that doesn't help. But he doesn't know how to convey what he means, and he never does, and it's so frustrating. Without thinking about it, he's taken a couple of steps in Lance's direction, but he catches it and forces himself to turn aside.]

I don't have control anymore. [He says the first thing that comes to mind, grasping it and hoping it'll work.] This is a problem.