[ He can't breathe when it tightens and the only sound he manages to make is short and strangled. He winds up looking into those bright eyes of Kurt's, but rather than struggle or kick or snarl? He holds where he is, his touched as gentle and light as it was in the moments leading up to this.
He could fight back. He could bite and claw and render if he wanted to. But he doesn't. And Kurt needs this more than he feels any desire to live despite the fact that he knows he can't die (wishes he could).
If he could get the air to answer he'd tell Kurt that he's what he's always been: a predator. But he can't, and thus he only stares back solemnly, muscles in his neck flexing in a vain attempt to draw in air. ]
no shh it's perfect
He could fight back. He could bite and claw and render if he wanted to. But he doesn't. And Kurt needs this more than he feels any desire to live despite the fact that he knows he can't die (wishes he could).
If he could get the air to answer he'd tell Kurt that he's what he's always been: a predator. But he can't, and thus he only stares back solemnly, muscles in his neck flexing in a vain attempt to draw in air. ]