[He used to beat you. Those first few words sunk straight into his chest and froze him from the core. What come back he might have had was caught in his throat as he listened to the other pick him apart, weaseling in through the subtle cracks in his armor that NO ONE should have seen.
Not even Aidan really knew. The only person who'd got a real glimpse was Rogue and she had special powers. How was he doing this? Did he have special powers too?
He was trembling, fingers curled and fists white knuckled as he tried to keep himself in check. He was ready to explode by the end of his little evaluation, anger boiling in his veins just under the surface as his heart beat a mile a minute in his chest. But the tentative hold he had on himself snapped the moment the other saw through everything else to the one thing he'd been trying to hide the most. The most recent of his festering wounds was torn open.
He was on his feet in an instant and he advanced for the bars, reaching them in the blink of an eye to reach through to try and snag Reid by the front of his shirt. He swiped, missing and curling his arm around the bars, snarling like some wild animal who'd been poked one too many times with a stick.]