Kyle shifted his weight, no longer crouching on the floor but now sitting beside him on the bed, still holding the man's gnarled hand. There were times when Gibney did want to physically injure Jason. He wanted to rage at him, he wanted to snarl and bare his fangs and make the man feel the range and the frustrations that he felt. Wanted to force him to understand so that he would stop questioning, stop trying to control him and prevent him from the things he wanted so desperately he could hardly breath. But he did not want to harm the man.
"'M not sayin I couldn' be a monster. 'M more 'n able t' be. I c'n be dangerous, I c'n be hateful..." he murmured, head drooping forward in shame. "But 'm not gonna be... not s' long as yer here t' let me get away from 'em. T' keep 'em from forcin' me int' bein' at." It was the truth so far as he was concerned. So long as he could get away from the crushing reality that was Revolve, he would remember to breath, remember to be human.