The calm and caring way that Kyle had started taking care of his owner started to calm him from the hysteric edge that Jason had settled on. The elder man felt the change in the air before he moved from screaming and fearful to sobbing. He covered his face with his palms. Safe. Who needed to be safe? Who could be safe from him? From his cruelty? From his darkness? No one was safe if they were near, if they cared about him. There was no safe. Not now, not ever.

A pained hiss escaped his clamped lips as the whelp cleaned him off slowly. His face burned with reddened shame at his appearance, his eyes averted. "You don't have to do that. I can manage myself." Though he didn't fight the care, likely needing it more than he was willing to admit. Jason never handled trauma well, and something like this was so very painful to his psyche that it would often show up weeks if not months later all over again in something else he would do. His actions were heavily tied into his emotions, like most people, and those emotions would be on a raging high for the next few weeks from all of this.

Pedophile. Sick. He was sick. Maybe he should enroll himself in one of those programs they had for people like him. Rehabilitate himself? Worthless. He would need to fix it before it was too late. Too late. Already too late.

Wyngarde shook his head to attempt to get better control of himself and his mind. He needed control if he was ever going to get himself back to his illusioned normalcy. He would need to sleep at some point as well, but that was likely going to end up in nightmarish fits and insomniac tendencies until he got himself back to settled.