Until recently, Kyle's life has been fairly good. Sure he didn't become the football star he'd thought about, but he became a better person. He's happy, and he's worked hard for it. He's not had to deal with family secrets revealed, endangered aliens, and death threats. He lost a sister before he ever knew he had her. His father tortured others for being different. So many were suddenly dead, and others dead because of things his father and Alex's hid for so many years. It's painful before he had gone through the last twenty-four hours. He has no idea how to hide it, to pretend he's fine.
Even if he's starting to suspect he's going to need to learn and quickly.
"I didn't become a doctor to shoot someone," he says in a low voice, though he glances at Alex when that touch comes, just starting at him for the longest time. "This is why I told you what I did. You are brave, and strong. I'm just doing whatever I have to just because I have no other choice."
Which isn't true. It's because he'll do whatever he has to for his friends, for those that are really his family even if not by blood. And for those they care about as well. And he'll keep pushing though because they need him to, even if he hasn't had a chance to slow down, to think about his sister, and his dad, and everything else that he's trying to ignore so they can find the others. That's more important than everything he's not thinking about, and he keeps telling himself that.
"We've got time to decide what to do about him,' he says in a low voice. "I don't know if I can ask you to do something I'm not willing to do. If things go to Hell, I can't have you going to prison because of him." He'd rather he be the one to do it, if he had to.
"Though let's be honest, I'm really too goddamn good looking for prison," he says, trying to pull himself together, if only because he can't be another burden that Alex is dealing with. He won't have him having to carry him.
"I'll figure something out. Thank you though." As if it's on him now, and as Jesse is his patient, he feels it is.
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Even if he's starting to suspect he's going to need to learn and quickly.
"I didn't become a doctor to shoot someone," he says in a low voice, though he glances at Alex when that touch comes, just starting at him for the longest time. "This is why I told you what I did. You are brave, and strong. I'm just doing whatever I have to just because I have no other choice."
Which isn't true. It's because he'll do whatever he has to for his friends, for those that are really his family even if not by blood. And for those they care about as well. And he'll keep pushing though because they need him to, even if he hasn't had a chance to slow down, to think about his sister, and his dad, and everything else that he's trying to ignore so they can find the others. That's more important than everything he's not thinking about, and he keeps telling himself that.
"We've got time to decide what to do about him,' he says in a low voice. "I don't know if I can ask you to do something I'm not willing to do. If things go to Hell, I can't have you going to prison because of him." He'd rather he be the one to do it, if he had to.
"Though let's be honest, I'm really too goddamn good looking for prison," he says, trying to pull himself together, if only because he can't be another burden that Alex is dealing with. He won't have him having to carry him.
"I'll figure something out. Thank you though." As if it's on him now, and as Jesse is his patient, he feels it is.