[he can almost see it: kavinsky heckling like a hyena at how stupid of a question that probably is. faintly, his lips twitch and a huff slips free, which is some pathetic excuse of a laugh, but he's too panicked; it sounds all wrong. why can't he wake up from his nightmare already?
little does he know that the dream boy's suffering from much more than physical pain, at the moment.
it's the only thing he can focus on, though, when he's watching someone's skin melt off beneath the drape of his coat, falling in pieces across his bedspread. the smell is still burning his throat, but there's little he can do about that. he does not have enough anxiety to spread between sizzling vampire flesh and making sure kavinsky doesn't die in his bedroom, so he focuses on the latter, squeezing his eyes shut when tears spring forth.
there has never been a time where kurt's felt helpless in any situation, yet sitting here, holding kavinsky-- someone he thought to be one of the strongest people he knows, he is at a complete loss.
but, through the muddled state he's allowed himself to succumb to, he steels what bit of courage he has left and forces past a quivering breath.] You're welcome. Look, I know it's hard to speak right now, but please— [there is no 'on the verge of' in this moment. he's begging,] tell me what I can do to help you.
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little does he know that the dream boy's suffering from much more than physical pain, at the moment.
it's the only thing he can focus on, though, when he's watching someone's skin melt off beneath the drape of his coat, falling in pieces across his bedspread. the smell is still burning his throat, but there's little he can do about that. he does not have enough anxiety to spread between sizzling vampire flesh and making sure kavinsky doesn't die in his bedroom, so he focuses on the latter, squeezing his eyes shut when tears spring forth.
there has never been a time where kurt's felt helpless in any situation, yet sitting here, holding kavinsky-- someone he thought to be one of the strongest people he knows, he is at a complete loss.
but, through the muddled state he's allowed himself to succumb to, he steels what bit of courage he has left and forces past a quivering breath.] You're welcome. Look, I know it's hard to speak right now, but please— [there is no 'on the verge of' in this moment. he's begging,] tell me what I can do to help you.