Even barely conscious and scared out of their mind, Kurt tries to keep their sobs down so as to not wake the rest of the pack. They've learned that the wolves had barely gotten any rest after Miles took them, eating and sleeping only sporadically, intent instead on finding their lost mate no matter the cost. The last thing they want now is for their return to hurt the pack further. They deserve to finally recover from this ordeal. They all do.
Kurt just wishes they could stop the nightmares. It feels like they get worse every night, clearer and darker and more twisted, like the memories weren't already awful enough. Miles is cold and dead in the ground, now only mulch to feed the woods come spring, but his ghost still haunts them. A part of them is terrified they'll never be free of him.
At least Corrigan remains steadfast and true, easing them through it, his hands so gentle around their trembling form, in their short hair. The Alpha is patient with them, forgiving and understanding, never pushing them past their brittle limits. It frustrates them, feeling so small and broken in his arms, when once they were so strong. Courageous and fearless. Now, despite their freedom, despite the safety they'd secured themself and their child, Kurt feels like a shell, unable to fully enjoy the affections of their beloved pack.
"Just want them t-to stop," they whimper, snuggling tightly against him. "I'm so tired, Alpha. E-Every time I close my eyes, I see him, I f-feel him all over me, h-he..." A shudder, violent revulsion at the memories. "I thought k-killing him would be enough. But the dreams j-just get worse... I dunno how to stop."
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Kurt just wishes they could stop the nightmares. It feels like they get worse every night, clearer and darker and more twisted, like the memories weren't already awful enough. Miles is cold and dead in the ground, now only mulch to feed the woods come spring, but his ghost still haunts them. A part of them is terrified they'll never be free of him.
At least Corrigan remains steadfast and true, easing them through it, his hands so gentle around their trembling form, in their short hair. The Alpha is patient with them, forgiving and understanding, never pushing them past their brittle limits. It frustrates them, feeling so small and broken in his arms, when once they were so strong. Courageous and fearless. Now, despite their freedom, despite the safety they'd secured themself and their child, Kurt feels like a shell, unable to fully enjoy the affections of their beloved pack.
"Just want them t-to stop," they whimper, snuggling tightly against him. "I'm so tired, Alpha. E-Every time I close my eyes, I see him, I f-feel him all over me, h-he..." A shudder, violent revulsion at the memories. "I thought k-killing him would be enough. But the dreams j-just get worse... I dunno how to stop."