Kyle had reduced himself to a grumbling, surly, distant mass of crouched muscle, still breathing in heavy, huffy pattern. He had a bad habit of focusing entirely on one thing, and currently it was the swirling waves of anger, betrayal and helplessness which he seemed to be drowning in. He rolled his shoulders, ready to argue and growl more, ready to try and force his will, his desire on the other. It was his nature, but it was also pounded into his furry head after so long at Revolve.
Jason's words at last settled into his ears.
His head whipped quickly to look at Jason, eyes wide, his lips parted as a look of absolute shock as he stared at the other's face. "We" need to, he had said. We, he quite liked the sound of that, he calming almost immediately, breathing slowing and growing more steady, his bunched shoulders slowly relaxing. Once his walls had been broken down, even a little, he was far too trusting, far to eager to believe in those around him, and was proving it at this very moment.
"It's whut I've gotta do..." he muttered, reaching a big hand out to take Jason's whithered one again, intensity burning in those blue eyes. His pupils were dilated to slits, his concentration so apparent in his features, his energy. This was more than a desire for him, this was a need, something he needed to survive. "I can't jus' ignore 'em. I jus'... I can't." His voice was coming out rough and low, he squeezing Jason's had lightly again. "You'll help me? Really... 's not a trick?" He asked, wanting desperately to believe him, yet terrified to at the same time. The youth simply hated being let down, being tricked, being lied to, it frustrated and cut him to the very core.