[ Son. He doesn't remember the last time someone called him that. Maybe his dad, when he was back home? It was always son or Kier — and he misses home more than ever. Misses the stability of it, when things in him weren't changing. Where he'd have his family.
There's the offer of help and it's hard not to go for the knee-jerk of shaking his head. No one can help this, he's sure. No one can help what he is, no one can stop any of this from happening. But the man is genuine in his offer and Kieren considers it for a long time — it means something, of course it does.
He's trying.
Kieren sniffs and finally relents, his hands lowering. He nods. ]
Alright.
[ There's a shaky exhale, and he looks down at his bloodied hands. There's a few minutes where he tries to clean himself up, using the snow to wash the gore from him. He's... much more careful with his face, and doesn't manage to get all of it. But he's certainly a little less of a frightening sight as he finally moves to stand — tall and willowy and sheepish.
The contents of his stomach lurch a little, but they stay put — a little satiated, his head feels a lighter. ]
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There's the offer of help and it's hard not to go for the knee-jerk of shaking his head. No one can help this, he's sure. No one can help what he is, no one can stop any of this from happening. But the man is genuine in his offer and Kieren considers it for a long time — it means something, of course it does.
He's trying.
Kieren sniffs and finally relents, his hands lowering. He nods. ]
Alright.
[ There's a shaky exhale, and he looks down at his bloodied hands. There's a few minutes where he tries to clean himself up, using the snow to wash the gore from him. He's... much more careful with his face, and doesn't manage to get all of it. But he's certainly a little less of a frightening sight as he finally moves to stand — tall and willowy and sheepish.
The contents of his stomach lurch a little, but they stay put — a little satiated, his head feels a lighter. ]