[the hovercraft lurches enough that it surprises kurt, making those iridescent eyes widen with surprise once they come to a complete stop. he blinks, trying to comprehend what exactly made the other boy cease movement, to break the theatrics of their 'relationship' so he can persuade him off the board. it's odd how adamant he is, the way his arm is tugged-- almost like something's not quite right.
all of a sudden, regret pools in the pit of his stomach, bile rising up his throat, burning his tongue and leaving an awful taste in his mouth. he swallows it down, though, lets kavinsky lead them away from the other people nonchalantly floating here and there.] Sure I do, [he claims simply.] Don't you? [a slight smile, partially forced past his somewhat uncomfortable state.
except, it would seem even kavinsky's having trouble maintaining eye contact, which kurt's bizarrely grateful for. his stomach still doing flip-flops, he heaves a breath, long and drawn out as he reaches a hand up, grips the shorter brunet's chin between his thumb and first digit.] Then what does that make me?
[he tightens his hold, firm enough to coax kavinsky's gaze upward.] I don't care about you being a vampire if that's what you're worried about. [a beat.] Or perhaps you mean your past? Should that be the case, you've been inside my head— experienced firsthand what sort of [pause, another breath] horrible shit I've gone through.
And you know what? That's not even the half of it. [his breath hitches this time, like it's becoming more difficult to keep talking.] My point is: I don't care about anything except the here and now, Kavinsky, and whatever you decide to do from there, I'll be at your side— fake marriage or no. [kurt still isn't fully sure why, but he cares. he cares a whole lot and he's hoping it's enough.]
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all of a sudden, regret pools in the pit of his stomach, bile rising up his throat, burning his tongue and leaving an awful taste in his mouth. he swallows it down, though, lets kavinsky lead them away from the other people nonchalantly floating here and there.] Sure I do, [he claims simply.] Don't you? [a slight smile, partially forced past his somewhat uncomfortable state.
except, it would seem even kavinsky's having trouble maintaining eye contact, which kurt's bizarrely grateful for. his stomach still doing flip-flops, he heaves a breath, long and drawn out as he reaches a hand up, grips the shorter brunet's chin between his thumb and first digit.] Then what does that make me?
[he tightens his hold, firm enough to coax kavinsky's gaze upward.] I don't care about you being a vampire if that's what you're worried about. [a beat.] Or perhaps you mean your past? Should that be the case, you've been inside my head— experienced firsthand what sort of [pause, another breath] horrible shit I've gone through.
And you know what? That's not even the half of it. [his breath hitches this time, like it's becoming more difficult to keep talking.] My point is: I don't care about anything except the here and now, Kavinsky, and whatever you decide to do from there, I'll be at your side— fake marriage or no. [kurt still isn't fully sure why, but he cares. he cares a whole lot and he's hoping it's enough.]