[You know that cold, sinking feeling you get in your stomach right before you really start to freak out? Any semblence of calm is long gone, but you're not quite at the point of hyperventilating yet, you're still in control but it's a tentative hold at best.
Yeah. That's pretty much where he's at. Calling him claustrophobic would be to exaggerate, but small, confined, shrinking spaces are just as bad as potentially plummeting ones and if he's learned anything over the years it is that sometimes you don't have a choice but to play along in the sick games. ]
Kitty.
[The tension in her stance is mirrored in his voice. Not liking this one bit, but the alternative is worse and so he draws a breath. Reaches out to cup her cheek and then he simply closes the distance, initiating another kiss.]