"Shhh, shh, none of that," Miles murmurs, still petting at Kurt's hair, tucking them close against him, their shivering, sobbing body in his lap. He's the picture of indulgence, sighing heavily and sliding his hand to rub in slow circles on their back. "I suppose I could consider a different plan. It depends on how well you prove your loyalty, of course."
Pulling back, he cradles Kurt's chin in one hand, giving them a gently stern, almost paternal look. "That's a lot of responsibility. Do you think you can show me how good you can be? How you'll listen to what I say and not fight me?" He doesn't mean a word of it, he's going to do damn well whatever he pleases, but Kurt doesn't need to know that. They need that flicker of hope, that shred of possibility that Miles might not kill the others. Fear is a powerful motivator, but so is love.
So, leaning forward and kissing their forehead gently, Miles seemingly relents: "If you think you can, you need to show me. I'll build a fire, then you can begin proving it to me. I left your hands and mouth untied for a reason. Use them. Understand me?"
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Date: 2023-11-13 03:14 am (UTC)Pulling back, he cradles Kurt's chin in one hand, giving them a gently stern, almost paternal look. "That's a lot of responsibility. Do you think you can show me how good you can be? How you'll listen to what I say and not fight me?" He doesn't mean a word of it, he's going to do damn well whatever he pleases, but Kurt doesn't need to know that. They need that flicker of hope, that shred of possibility that Miles might not kill the others. Fear is a powerful motivator, but so is love.
So, leaning forward and kissing their forehead gently, Miles seemingly relents: "If you think you can, you need to show me. I'll build a fire, then you can begin proving it to me. I left your hands and mouth untied for a reason. Use them. Understand me?"