[His eyes wince shut at the scratching along his face, the inconvenience that her nails cause earning a rather pathetic sounding harumph. He's annoyed with the scrape on his scars; it doesn't cause him any unnecessary pain, but he does cringe away from it, if only to try and escape from how awkwardly intimate willing skin contact feels.
She's scrutinizing him and Kurt can sense the condolence. Whether it's mocking or not, he isn't sure because he doesn't bother looking up at J until she 'ha's at him. He opens his mouth to say something, hesitates when the nails press harder into his marred flesh then withdraws with a surprised yelp.
Causing himself pain seems like something different than that, although is he stepping backwards because of J touching him or was there another reason - like how he'd raised his hands to cup his cheeks, averting his gaze to the floor once again at the challenging tone in her voice.]
That ... that is what I said, ja. Why does it matter to you how I look or how God will judge the choices I've made? You have no reason to concern yourself about whether I'm going to hell or not.
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She's scrutinizing him and Kurt can sense the condolence. Whether it's mocking or not, he isn't sure because he doesn't bother looking up at J until she 'ha's at him. He opens his mouth to say something, hesitates when the nails press harder into his marred flesh then withdraws with a surprised yelp.
Causing himself pain seems like something different than that, although is he stepping backwards because of J touching him or was there another reason - like how he'd raised his hands to cup his cheeks, averting his gaze to the floor once again at the challenging tone in her voice.]
That ... that is what I said, ja. Why does it matter to you how I look or how God will judge the choices I've made? You have no reason to concern yourself about whether I'm going to hell or not.