Shhh, shh, don't apologize, sweetheart. [Corrigan’s big, strong arms come up to wrap around Kurt, warm and protective and all-encompassing. He holds the shivering, sniffling young man close, rocking slightly back and forth.] You've been through hell, baby, go ahead and cry. It's all right. You can cry.

[His voice is sweet, soft, endlessly comforting as he murmurs:] You're safe now, Kurt. Nothing and nobody's going to hurt you. Caesar won't ever touch you or any other boy again.

[And, in the exact same tone, sweet and soothing:] Because the fucker's dead in the trunk of my car.