( It works. The last time he got slapped in the face was by his foster mother, and it has always been a sensation that stops him cold no matter what he's doing. It hits too close to home, too close to the reason he developed this defense mechanism in the first place.
He blinks. The clouds above them dissipate.
He's on the floor. He doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't know why he's here.
Kyle's on top of him, pinning him down. )
Hey, um, Kyle? ( He starts calmly, giving one wrist a gentle wiggle beneath his hand. Equally as mildly: ) Quick question- what the fuck are you doing?
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He blinks. The clouds above them dissipate.
He's on the floor. He doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't know why he's here.
Kyle's on top of him, pinning him down. )
Hey, um, Kyle? ( He starts calmly, giving one wrist a gentle wiggle beneath his hand. Equally as mildly: ) Quick question- what the fuck are you doing?