[ He jerks a little at the contact, drowning in his own thoughts and all the words that still don't make sense to him. Bells wants to tell Kurt, tell him everything, but those explanations always get so twisted up when he tries and leaves him frustrated. Now, he's vulnerable and hurt and bitter about things he shouldn't even be thinking about. All he can do is attempt to manually shut it off, make himself forget.
Kurt's warm. So incredibly warm pressed against him like this. Bells curls his fingers into the front of his clothes and leans into him, shaking but still not quite crying. He doesn't want to feel like this anymore. He wants it to stop. His voice is almost muted when he speaks. ]
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Kurt's warm. So incredibly warm pressed against him like this. Bells curls his fingers into the front of his clothes and leans into him, shaking but still not quite crying. He doesn't want to feel like this anymore. He wants it to stop. His voice is almost muted when he speaks. ]
I'm sorry.