[The lesson is sinking in. Corrigan’s demeanor changes the moment Kurt obeys him, his touch and voice gentle once more, shielding him with his body as he leads him to the beautiful car parked nearby. If he’s a good boy, if he obeys him, Kurt will be taken care of.
He doesn’t need to be told that with words. He feels the lesson on his skin, flushed and prickly with goosebumps, but covered by blanket and suit jacket.]
O-Okay. [Kurt gets the distinct impression he’s not allowed to ask where they’re going. Not that it matters. He has nowhere else to go. The boy is stiff where he sits, still trembling, but he buckles his seatbelt and tries to relax into the plush passenger seat, getting comfortable enough to sleep.] …thank you, s-sir.
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He doesn’t need to be told that with words. He feels the lesson on his skin, flushed and prickly with goosebumps, but covered by blanket and suit jacket.]
O-Okay. [Kurt gets the distinct impression he’s not allowed to ask where they’re going. Not that it matters. He has nowhere else to go. The boy is stiff where he sits, still trembling, but he buckles his seatbelt and tries to relax into the plush passenger seat, getting comfortable enough to sleep.] …thank you, s-sir.