[ Watching Logan bristle and retreat from any kind of comfort is as painful as the throbbing in Kurt's hand.
He frowns, his eyes fixed on his friend's face as Logan tears off a strip of his shirt and wraps his thumb, barely noticing the jostling of his ministrations. What had this place done to Logan, to make him so unhappy? Before his death he had been withdrawn and quiet; Kurt and the others had given him his space to deal with his mortality in his own way, as he always had. But this was different, a kind of surrender that makes Kurt's chest ache with concern.
Even his smile is strained, and although Kurt is happy to meet it, he can't quite find the strength of heart to quip back at him.
Then Logan's head comes up again, and he's pushing Kurt back behind him. Kurt bares his teeth a little at that, not liking to feel protected when he can still fend for himself, but he cradles his injured hand and doesn't put up a fight. Logan has a point. ]
I can 'port us in. [ He offers it in a low voice, understanding that Logan won't like it but not giving him an opportunity to argue. Years of battlefield experience training for situations very much like this one rise to the fore of his mind. They are X-Men still; they won't go down quietly. ] Above it and behind, we go in quick, surprise it. It may look like a verdammt demon, but few things can survive without a head, and I'll wager this thing isn't among them.
[ He reaches out with his uninjured hand to touch Logan's shoulder with his fingertips. ] Let me do this, mein Freund. I don't want to die on my knees.
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He frowns, his eyes fixed on his friend's face as Logan tears off a strip of his shirt and wraps his thumb, barely noticing the jostling of his ministrations. What had this place done to Logan, to make him so unhappy? Before his death he had been withdrawn and quiet; Kurt and the others had given him his space to deal with his mortality in his own way, as he always had. But this was different, a kind of surrender that makes Kurt's chest ache with concern.
Even his smile is strained, and although Kurt is happy to meet it, he can't quite find the strength of heart to quip back at him.
Then Logan's head comes up again, and he's pushing Kurt back behind him. Kurt bares his teeth a little at that, not liking to feel protected when he can still fend for himself, but he cradles his injured hand and doesn't put up a fight. Logan has a point. ]
I can 'port us in. [ He offers it in a low voice, understanding that Logan won't like it but not giving him an opportunity to argue. Years of battlefield experience training for situations very much like this one rise to the fore of his mind. They are X-Men still; they won't go down quietly. ] Above it and behind, we go in quick, surprise it. It may look like a verdammt demon, but few things can survive without a head, and I'll wager this thing isn't among them.
[ He reaches out with his uninjured hand to touch Logan's shoulder with his fingertips. ] Let me do this, mein Freund. I don't want to die on my knees.