Kurt grabbed Riley's hands, cupping them gently between his own, and concentrated. Making use of Empathic Sway, he focused on her senses, on the mental anguish weighing her down.
While doing this, he also made sure to position himself carefully, angling his body and bowing his head to shield what he was doing from the cameras mounted overhead.
Slowly, all that baggage crushing her mind, all the trauma that had nearly shattered her psyche in the Hole, began transferring to him. Black veins spread across her arms, and those veins crawled into Kurt's own arm, creeping up toward his shoulder.
His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tensed as the veins spread, thick and ugly, carrying every second of silence, every hour of darkness, every shard of insanity The Hole had carved into her.
There was a major risk to this. If he wasn't careful, he'd risk falling into a comatose state in her place or shattering his own mind. No pressure.
