[That irritated snapping makes Equius grimace, and he drops the towel on the ground rather than continuing to tug at it. That's probably not preferable, as dropping it isn't exactly being careful with it, but it's all Equius can think to do with it. His hands move to wring themselves, instead, and even though Benson apologizes, Equius is still quiet for a long moment after he's done talking, fingers still twisting in his palms until his knuckles are red from him rubbing at his own skin so harshly.]

...Please, f-forgive me. I'm...I don't mean to burden you with my troubles. I'll...I will try to be less destructive. Allow me to. A-apologize about the towel. I will mend it, if it's...I'm sorry that I made you angry.

It won't happen again. I'll do...all that I can to do as you...s-suggest.

Sir.

[His voice is quiet and unsure. He takes a step back, away from the drum set, then flinches and bends down to pick up the towel again. He looks absolutely disgusted at the little tear he made in the side, and he folds it to hide it for now, holding it carefully in both of his hands.]