Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
The Messa
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
Kurt sat quietly on the sofa in the cargo hold of The Messa, his eyes cast at the floor, staring intently at his feet as though they were the most interesting thing in the entire galaxy. His hands were knotted into one another, fingers latched into place as though if he were to release them they might just go out and punch the nearest bulk head. No small amount of despair filled his heart, no small amount of rage accompanied it.
He had no one to blame of course.
No one but himself.
He didn't resent Jamie, he didn't resent Kaile, he just...he just resented himself. Every time he caught his reflection he couldn't help but feel a little bit of disgust, couldn't help but sneer and just...break down a little bit. He frowned slightly, feeling the thrum of The Messa's hyperdrive beneath his feet. That steady calm, generation of energy should have been calming, it should have been good, but instead...instead he felt broken.
It had been a few days since Jamie had left him. He'd stayed in the hospital for three days after, with some of the nurses scolding him and others talking to him about what had happened. The Trandoshan orderly that had subdued him had been rather kind about the whole thing, even giving Kurt some advice about how his species raised children communally. It had been meant to be helpful, but Kurt had eventually told him he doubted that would work in this situation.
"Poodoo." He said quietly.
There was no one to blame here, no one to be mad at but himself. He wanted desperately to find an out, to find some quick and easy answer, but he knew there wasn't one, he knew that there was nothing he could do. He loved Jamie, but Kaile was family, he couldn't leave her behind and if this kid was his...then...his hands clasped over his face.
What was he supposed to do?
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
Kurt sat quietly on the sofa in the cargo hold of The Messa, his eyes cast at the floor, staring intently at his feet as though they were the most interesting thing in the entire galaxy. His hands were knotted into one another, fingers latched into place as though if he were to release them they might just go out and punch the nearest bulk head. No small amount of despair filled his heart, no small amount of rage accompanied it.
He had no one to blame of course.
No one but himself.
He didn't resent Jamie, he didn't resent Kaile, he just...he just resented himself. Every time he caught his reflection he couldn't help but feel a little bit of disgust, couldn't help but sneer and just...break down a little bit. He frowned slightly, feeling the thrum of The Messa's hyperdrive beneath his feet. That steady calm, generation of energy should have been calming, it should have been good, but instead...instead he felt broken.
It had been a few days since Jamie had left him. He'd stayed in the hospital for three days after, with some of the nurses scolding him and others talking to him about what had happened. The Trandoshan orderly that had subdued him had been rather kind about the whole thing, even giving Kurt some advice about how his species raised children communally. It had been meant to be helpful, but Kurt had eventually told him he doubted that would work in this situation.
"Poodoo." He said quietly.
There was no one to blame here, no one to be mad at but himself. He wanted desperately to find an out, to find some quick and easy answer, but he knew there wasn't one, he knew that there was nothing he could do. He loved Jamie, but Kaile was family, he couldn't leave her behind and if this kid was his...then...his hands clasped over his face.
What was he supposed to do?