[ He holds onto his hand the entire time, head down a little. Bells' thoughts are a mess, racing in so many different directions, and he's not even sure what he's doing now. Why he's letting him in even more than he already has to begin with.
But when they're finally there, he doesn't think about that. He drops Kurt's hand to retrieve what he wants to give him from beneath his pillow--his favorite place to put things, keep them close. Then, he moves back to him and presses the small bottle into his palm. ]
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But when they're finally there, he doesn't think about that. He drops Kurt's hand to retrieve what he wants to give him from beneath his pillow--his favorite place to put things, keep them close. Then, he moves back to him and presses the small bottle into his palm. ]
This.