[ Kurt's no stranger to pain. In the course of his career he's faced injuries of every sort, not to mention the small matter of surviving his own death (more or less). But he's never really become used to it, at least not in the way that some of his friends have.

He tries, though, for Logan's sake. His palm is hot and slippery with his own blood as he raises it, keeping it pressed hard on the wound, knowing enough of medicine to help staunch the flow of blood. The pain pulses in his hand in time with his heartbeat. He looks at Logan, his lambent eyes steady though his voice is strained. ]

It's OK, Logan. It's.. not your fault. It's this place, what it's done to your powers. [ He pants a little, then grins, hard and desperate. ] It is going to make watching you shave even more of an adventure, I can tell.