[ Kurt lets Logan bandage his hands, though he's fairly certain he can handle the cuts -- he's dealt with much worse on the battlefield and kept going. But Logan seems to need it, seems to want the ability to help, to do something besides create pain. Kurt can more than understand that; it's one of the things he loves most about him. So he puts his hands in Logan's gentle grip and watches the fabric bind his knuckles.
The makeshift bandage is tight as he raises his hand a little, pulling the chain so it's taut. Short, so short, compared to the distance Logan had walked in the little basement room. Kurt feels a tiny thrill of fear in his belly as Logan straightens his wrist, and that ever-familiar noise --
It doesn't hurt, at first, but as Logan strikes the chain it starts to build between Kurt's knuckles, burning, as Logan's flesh tries and fails to heal around the claws. He'd never noticed it before, hadn't had reason to, the way Logan's healing factor deals with the triple blades that jut from his hands. But he feels it now, and tries his best not to let it show.
The chain vibrates and jerks as Logan hacks at it. His expression goes from frustrated to outright panicked, a rare enough expression for him that the tiny flame of fear in Kurt's gut dials up a notch. Kurt reacts almost instinctively, reaching out, making the chain slack but unable to stop himself from putting a hand on Logan's shoulder, consoling. ]
Logan! Logan, please! It's not going to work, mein Freund.
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The makeshift bandage is tight as he raises his hand a little, pulling the chain so it's taut. Short, so short, compared to the distance Logan had walked in the little basement room. Kurt feels a tiny thrill of fear in his belly as Logan straightens his wrist, and that ever-familiar noise --
It doesn't hurt, at first, but as Logan strikes the chain it starts to build between Kurt's knuckles, burning, as Logan's flesh tries and fails to heal around the claws. He'd never noticed it before, hadn't had reason to, the way Logan's healing factor deals with the triple blades that jut from his hands. But he feels it now, and tries his best not to let it show.
The chain vibrates and jerks as Logan hacks at it. His expression goes from frustrated to outright panicked, a rare enough expression for him that the tiny flame of fear in Kurt's gut dials up a notch. Kurt reacts almost instinctively, reaching out, making the chain slack but unable to stop himself from putting a hand on Logan's shoulder, consoling. ]
Logan! Logan, please! It's not going to work, mein Freund.