ANGER. that was the o n l y emotion that he felt at the moment. it BURNED not just hot, but cold as well. it was just under that skin of his – just beneath the surface. it longed to get released, but he was RESTRAINING himself.
he wasn’t going to hurt peter ( fatally ), but since he WOULDN’T get out of his way? he clamped his hand on peter’s throat before sending him into a nearby wall. there was no DOUBT about it – i’d hurt. mainly it was ky’s way of saying he WASN’T going to be stopped. it didn’t matter if he cared for the other or not.
right now, all he cared about was DESTROYING whatever got in his path, and then finding a bar to spend the rest of his NIGHT once he calmed down. maybe by then… he’d have the STRENGTH to look peter in the face again. nor not.
Hellfirebound 