[ upon realising it was a good friend of his - someone he can trust to see him in a situation like this - day relaxes and manages a smile for his friend.

then day pulls himself up to his full height... if only to curl up again, looking down at his servo while apologetically twiddling his thumbs. ]

I- [ he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his flustered and raw nerves. (though that's a bit of a struggle, thanks to how dizzy and achy he still feels.) ] I can't do that. Um- Kick the poor trees, I mean. [ he shakes his helm for emphasis, looking worried for the aforementioned plant now. ] They don't deserve that.

... The wheelbarrow and the other things didn't deserve it too but... I guess I lost my temper.