Kyle was again swallowing down a growl and fighting to not glare at the other. "Who said 's a problem?" It was not that he was really trying to cal the doctor a liar, but he trusted his instincts, even if he was second guessing them at a moment like this. His instincts said he knew this guy, or his scent, or something about him was triggering memories, and Wild Child was not about to pretend those could somehow malfunction. Another low huffing exhale and he shook his head, trying to shake it all out of his skull for the moment.
He did not really answer the doctor, just gave a small grunt, further showing his displeasure with the idea that his senses were somehow malfunctioning, but did offer his arm. He did so with a small, tensed jerk when the doctor touched his arm. He sucked in a short swallow of air and forced himself to look away. His eyes twitched back and forth, fighting the urge to watch the other, toe claws digging rather deeply into the side of the examination table. Ugh, something about this was all too familiar and all too wrong. He held his breath and forced himself to stay calm, though his muscles did attempt to tense and coil up still.