The man reaches for them, and Kurt falls right into his arms, no hesitation. They shiver at the feeling of his hand gently caressing their face, flushed and blotchy with the early press of tears, his body firm and solid and warm pressed against theirs. Sure, it’s not the way they wanted to feel him, but they’ll happily take it.

Anything to not be out on their ass.

“Thank you, sir, th-thank you,” they breathe, shuddering as they will their breathing to slow, their pulse to ease. For a moment, they really felt like they ruined everything by coming onto him. In hindsight, they feel silly having done that—it’s wildly unprofessional, definitely sexual harassment—and they’re not discounting how lucky they are that Molloy is understanding, forgiving of their error.

That being said, it’s supremely hard to ignore how good it feels to be held by him, comforted by him. How their spine tingles deliciously as he calls them sugar. They hope he doesn’t feel it. They don’t need to be in more trouble right now. “I-I’m really sorry, sir, I know I shouldn’t have done that. I dunno why I… sir, I’m not usually like this…”

That must sound kinda funny, coming from Freyja of all people.