[ He can't help but huff out a laugh, his head dropping. Honestly, the thought it kind of terrifying. The bluntness of it. To be told he'd stab the shit out of him, essentially. And if not, he'd shoot him.
And part of it does horrify Kieren, it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to die, as much as he hates being like this, as much as he hates what he is and what he could do. He still means the worst he told his sister: he was glad she didn't shoot him. But here? Now? The certain assurance of it all soothes him in a way. ]
That's... weirdly comforting. [ It's hard to really put into words. The other man doesn't know the full extent, but... yeah.
He reaches up with one hand to run it through his hair, sniffling a little. The breath he takes is slower, calmer and he shakes his breath. ]
Sorry, I'm a mess. [ In more ways than one. ] Thank you.
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And part of it does horrify Kieren, it makes him feel sick to his stomach. He doesn't want to die, as much as he hates being like this, as much as he hates what he is and what he could do. He still means the worst he told his sister: he was glad she didn't shoot him. But here? Now? The certain assurance of it all soothes him in a way. ]
That's... weirdly comforting. [ It's hard to really put into words. The other man doesn't know the full extent, but... yeah.
He reaches up with one hand to run it through his hair, sniffling a little. The breath he takes is slower, calmer and he shakes his breath. ]
Sorry, I'm a mess. [ In more ways than one. ] Thank you.