Needless to say… this was unexpected.

Kurt felt his fur rise on the back of his neck. His stance grew somewhat defensive and the jovial manner he’d held over dinner was a distant memory. A memory far less distant presented itself to him now. That of a snowy mountainside. Where he’d pleaded the man he thought was his friend to come home, to seek help. Where the only act of friendship he’d been granted was to have his life spared – barely – as Ky’lar made his getaway.

“What do you want?” came a question as wary as it’s speaker. Perhaps, once upon a time, he would have trusted his life to Ky’lar. Now, he wasn’t even sure he trusted him to step through the door.

_{it was true, he should have just stayed away, and forgot about coming here all together. what he had done was not out of anger, but rather out of a habit that had been formed, and couldn’t be broken. maybe at one time it could have — if he got help. if he actually cared to get help, but ky’lar was stubborn.}

_{even now, he could feel the urge to rip the other apart creeping up under his skin, and the urge to leave once it was finished -no. he couldn’t, no wouldn’t. it wasn’t why he was even there, and yet… those urges were always there. right under his skin and he never could get away from them.}

_{though, as much as he wanted to say to simply talk… he knew it was more than that. much more than simply that. yet, there was hesitation in his voice as he took a slight step forward. “i-,” he sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, “i… made mistakes.” granted, that was obvious, and he never wanted to make up for them.} 

_{even back then… he never tried to correct them. “you know i did. just… i have limited time before they find me.” and when that happened… that was when things would get very interesting. more to the point… ky wasn’t willing to let that happen. he wasn’t ready for an ultimate show down. no, not yet… he still lacked true control.}