Kyle sat still, stunned for a long moment as the skinny mutant left, his heart aching. The feelings of being fool, being used yet again only compounding on the heavy guilt that the man had dropped onto him. He felt sick to his stomach and entirely miserable. His hand went to his ear by instinct, he suddenly swallowing hard as he realized there were no piercings there, they had been removed. Because he had been convinced to... by...
It was just then that Jason tried to help him up, Kyle's emotions suddenly all finding a single target for outlet: Jason. "G' offa me!" He snapped quickly, a rough hand rising to push the gentleman's hands off his body, claws threatening to tear skin if Jason did not watch them, as Kyle was certainly not being cautious with them. He growled and slowly hauled himself to his feet, shoulders rolling under that soggy, sandy shirt.
Sharp eyes fell on D, his lip still curled to show long canines. "Yanno, 's fuckers like yew 'at make me wonder why 'm riskin' m' life t' try an' 'elp ya." He snorted, a very animal like action which involved shaking his head and tossing his damp hair. He glared at Jason as the man spoke, focusing all the pain, all the ache onto his tall form. And then Jason touched him.
"Don' TOUCH me!" Gibney's temper flared as he suddenly twisted his torso, one large hand reaching to grab a hold of the front of Jason's shirt as the opposite shoulder sought his rib cage. With that he half threw, half shoved the illusionist with all his compact might. He stood where he was, sneering down at him, huffing heavily for air for a long moment before he turned, moving as quickly as he could away. He had to get away from here. Away from Jason. He had to, or something very, very bad was going to happen. Kyle Gibney always feared that thing that might happen.