gangway world [closed]

[isfullofennui]

Characters: isfullofennui and guns-and-coffee

Setting/Location: Cell A

Date & Time: Day Five; several hours after waking up

Warnings: None

Summary: Kurt is subject to Ianto's scrutiny for obvious reasons. He's also pretty bored.

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[isfullofennui]

He wasn't being thrown around yet, a good sign. Then again, he could also chalk that up to a new level of harassment: take him by surprise when his guard was down.

Or Ianto was genuinely curious, which was curious in and of itself.

Kurt wished he could look away, feign disinterest, re-establish his finer approach to life, something effortlessly conditioned for the likes of Guy Gardener or David Karofsky, but he couldn't. So instead he set his jaw and folded his arms, more defensive than offensive, and brought his knees to his chest, nose angled to the ceiling. Again, he was the total opposite of threatening, but it was something.

"My mom died when I was seven," he replied, deliberately glancing at Finn, then back at Ianto. "My dad raised me. He's," a look down, a finger pressed to the file, "the most important person in the world to me." It'd be the lowest of lows, using his personal life against him, but morals were something Kurt tended to take with a grain of salt. He didn't understand why this was important, or even relevant, or even why Ianto cared beyond some elaborate set up to laugh at his dispense, but he hoped that, in the very least, he'd be less indirect if it was.

Kurt looked up, jaw still set, and steeled himself for whatever Ianto's point was.