[There we go. Part of Corrigan is busily noting the completely bare expanse of Kurt’s body with interest, each jut of bone and patch of freckles, making a mental note for later. But another part sees the shivering, the cowering and dislikes it. He doesn't know if it's due to Caesar or something else, that flinching, fearful air, but it won't do at all.
Reaching out again, he cups Kurt's chin in his big hand, pushes it upwards sharply.] Look at me. Tell me what you're afraid of. Tell me what you think is going to happen.
[Verbalizing everything leaves zero room to hide, no mental safe place to retreat to. Kurt's thoughts aren't his own anymore.]
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Date: 2022-10-03 06:08 pm (UTC)Reaching out again, he cups Kurt's chin in his big hand, pushes it upwards sharply.] Look at me. Tell me what you're afraid of. Tell me what you think is going to happen.
[Verbalizing everything leaves zero room to hide, no mental safe place to retreat to. Kurt's thoughts aren't his own anymore.]