[ choke ]

[ choke ] to wrap your muses hands around my muses neck

Bryan wasn’t sure what had started the fight; probably something he’d said, he had a tendency to still mouth off about grounders and all, even after two years under ground with them. He couldn’t help it; so many bad things had happened since landing on the ground and bullying had happened in the bunker and sometimes he still just reverted back to what Pike had taught him. He couldn’t remember what exactly he’d said, but it had clearly been bad enough that he was suddenly finding himself with Hektor’s hand around his throat.

“… Didn’t realize choking was your kink,” He choked out, watching the other with a raised eyebrow. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say, but he was really just trying to lighten the mood. Hektor was one of the few people he had left down here that even cared if he was alive, and the last thing he wanted to do was completely lose another person. He watched him, just trying to convey sorry with his eyes, hoping the other knew that he was sorry and really didn’t mean to keep screwing up with what he said.