[ Miyuki lets him move away, but each inch he does makes something thick and boiling rise in his body, until ] — "Derailing us"?
[ Him? He's the one derailing them? Miyuki has to laugh, short and mirthless, because if he doesn't he might actually get angry at this difficult little brat that may literally be the death of him. It's... not his fault. He's just scared, confused, and yes, stupid. Miyuki would heartily and mercilessly agree with him there. But he takes a breath, lets it out, and follows his lead in laying things out nice and honest. ]
I don't want to touch you either, but I've been trying to get it over with so we can get out of here.
[ And the longer the pressure and the need to detach himself from the fact that he's violating some strange, young boy by threat of death stretches out, the quicker it's wearing down Miyuki's patience and willingness to coddle said boy. He stays where he's sitting on his legs, leaned forward with his hands on the mattress to either side of his knees, but he doesn't have the wherewithal to keep the contained wrath out of his expression, covered over with icy pragmatism. ]
Tell me right now if you think this is impossible, before that thing gets impatient and I have to knock you out with my hands.
[ It was meant as a joke, before. He has never actually done so, doesn't know how to technically, and would rather not go through the brutality of mistakes as he figures it out on the fly. But Miyuki was meaning to search the place anyway — just give him the word, buddy, and he'll do it: ]
I can go see if there's something in the drawers.
[ They were knocked out to begin with. Maybe there's chloroform or something... ]
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[ Him? He's the one derailing them? Miyuki has to laugh, short and mirthless, because if he doesn't he might actually get angry at this difficult little brat that may literally be the death of him. It's... not his fault. He's just scared, confused, and yes, stupid. Miyuki would heartily and mercilessly agree with him there. But he takes a breath, lets it out, and follows his lead in laying things out nice and honest. ]
I don't want to touch you either, but I've been trying to get it over with so we can get out of here.
[ And the longer the pressure and the need to detach himself from the fact that he's violating some strange, young boy by threat of death stretches out, the quicker it's wearing down Miyuki's patience and willingness to coddle said boy. He stays where he's sitting on his legs, leaned forward with his hands on the mattress to either side of his knees, but he doesn't have the wherewithal to keep the contained wrath out of his expression, covered over with icy pragmatism. ]
Tell me right now if you think this is impossible, before that thing gets impatient and I have to knock you out with my hands.
[ It was meant as a joke, before. He has never actually done so, doesn't know how to technically, and would rather not go through the brutality of mistakes as he figures it out on the fly. But Miyuki was meaning to search the place anyway — just give him the word, buddy, and he'll do it: ]
I can go see if there's something in the drawers.
[ They were knocked out to begin with. Maybe there's chloroform or something... ]