[ To Kurt it feels as if barely a moment has passed since he closed his eyes, drifting into a dark dreamless place, when he feels the a sensation of being jostled and Logan's voice, soft and concerned --
It's cold, and there's grass under his palms as he blinks his eyes open. He sees tall hedges and drifting fog. For a moment, he barely takes it in, so unexpected is the view. Then he turns his head, and sits up a little on one elbow. ]
Was.. where are we? [ His look takes in Logan's face, the chain. ] What happened?
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It's cold, and there's grass under his palms as he blinks his eyes open. He sees tall hedges and drifting fog. For a moment, he barely takes it in, so unexpected is the view. Then he turns his head, and sits up a little on one elbow. ]
Was.. where are we? [ His look takes in Logan's face, the chain. ] What happened?