Kyle holds him close through it all, even with the pain he feels. For Elijah. For himself. But his attention and his care is on Elijah. Stroking his back, along his arms, knowing he's going through shock and doing what he can to try and help him stay steady. So he touches him to ground him here, listening as best he can and offering the knowledge that he's there. No matter how much things hurt. He's there for Elijah and that's what matters.

His words are like a balm for his soul, helping to calm him, to make it feel like something inside of him is healing, bonded by gold and stronger than before even if he can feel the fear in his bones. The night has rattled him on so many levels but his pain isn't important right now. Elijah's is.

"I want to stay here with you," he whispers, knowing this means that he might well end up working against his friends. Tim and Alex are both working so hard to destroy this place and take it down and send everyone home. Either Kyle can take Elijah with him, especially learning what they have now, or they stay here. He isn't letting Elijah go back to that life. Ever.

"You are my life, Elijah," he whispers, kissing his brow, his cheek, letting what remains of the tears stain his lips. "And no. I can't. I don't want you to go back. Not ever." Even if he knows one day he'll leave Elijah. How could he want to think about him going back to die?

Staring back into Elijah's eyes, nervous still but also so in love with him, wanting to offer him everything he can.

"We have a home here, Elijah. This is our home, our life. You are mine, okay? No matter what happens, what others thinks, you're mine. I will defend that to everyone. I'm willing to do whatever I have to so I can be with you."