[sorry, k, but it's hard to stay coherent after something like blood-drinking. on top of that, he has to let himself recover from the sheer panic he'd been in, seeing this crazy, self-destructive vampire scorching right in front of his eyes. part of kurt wants to scold him, demand answers about why he thought it was a good idea to be out so close to sunrise; it's probably fortunate that he can't bring himself to move much past a slight shift here and there, the subtle way his chest expands.
he finds it harder than he'd like, blinking through the haze on his brain, an attempt at focusing on the fact kavinsky's talking to him now.] Mmn, [is all he manages for the moment. then, the pressure of a hand that's not his own comes down on his sternum and he stares through the daze, noting the new pink skin it's begun growing back.
yes, good. excellent to see after what he'd witnessed only a few minutes ago. another wonderful thing is joseph's voice, the way it sounds laden with sleep, like the two of them have just woken from an unexpected nap rather than him fighting for his life. beneath the other boy's palm, kurt's heart thrums, slow and steady as he recovers.
and finally, he recalls being asked if he's all right.] Couldn't let you melt away, [teases the mutant, good-naturedly, despite his croaking voice.] Yes, just— somewhat tired, a little lightheaded? If I lie here ...
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he finds it harder than he'd like, blinking through the haze on his brain, an attempt at focusing on the fact kavinsky's talking to him now.] Mmn, [is all he manages for the moment. then, the pressure of a hand that's not his own comes down on his sternum and he stares through the daze, noting the new pink skin it's begun growing back.
yes, good. excellent to see after what he'd witnessed only a few minutes ago. another wonderful thing is joseph's voice, the way it sounds laden with sleep, like the two of them have just woken from an unexpected nap rather than him fighting for his life. beneath the other boy's palm, kurt's heart thrums, slow and steady as he recovers.
and finally, he recalls being asked if he's all right.] Couldn't let you melt away, [teases the mutant, good-naturedly, despite his croaking voice.] Yes, just— somewhat tired, a little lightheaded? If I lie here ...
[maybe he'll be okay? maybe.]