They cry out as soon as Miles grabs hold of them, with pain more than surprise—part of them had expected exactly this would happen, but they forget just how strong wolves are. Goes to show how gentle and careful the pack has been with them, if one wolf's grip can hurt this much, the bones in their wrist straining and creaking and grinding together.
But they don't fight him much. After the initial struggle, Kurt's muscle memory kicks in, and they remember all the times they've been grabbed hold of and flung around before. Father never cradled them so close, the way Miles does, never stroked their hair with such a perplexingly gentle smile on his face, but still. Violence is violence. They've survived violence before.
What really shatters them is Benji's cries from behind them, stoking that bone-deep terror. They know they have to get the antidote for him. If that means giving Miles whatever he wants, then...
"F-Fair? You're p-part of the pack..?" He's not. If he ever was, he's certainly not anymore. Kurt can't smell Corrigan on him at all. Shuddering, knowing what they have to do, they permit his touch, fighting the nausea and tears as this vile stranger gets comfortable with them. "P-Please... Miles, r-right? Whatever you want from m-me, you can have it. Anything. I'll give it t-to you. Just please, don't let Benji die. I'm b-begging you."
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Date: 2023-07-16 11:19 pm (UTC)But they don't fight him much. After the initial struggle, Kurt's muscle memory kicks in, and they remember all the times they've been grabbed hold of and flung around before. Father never cradled them so close, the way Miles does, never stroked their hair with such a perplexingly gentle smile on his face, but still. Violence is violence. They've survived violence before.
What really shatters them is Benji's cries from behind them, stoking that bone-deep terror. They know they have to get the antidote for him. If that means giving Miles whatever he wants, then...
"F-Fair? You're p-part of the pack..?" He's not. If he ever was, he's certainly not anymore. Kurt can't smell Corrigan on him at all. Shuddering, knowing what they have to do, they permit his touch, fighting the nausea and tears as this vile stranger gets comfortable with them. "P-Please... Miles, r-right? Whatever you want from m-me, you can have it. Anything. I'll give it t-to you. Just please, don't let Benji die. I'm b-begging you."