Don’t you dare. [He snarls over his shoulder. It’s a knee jerk reaction if ever there was one and few people can talk him out of a temperamental response like Kurt can. He knows, perhaps better than most, that Kurt can handle himself. He’s seen his this man through more trials than most ever expect someone as unwaveringly positive as Kurt could have ever lived. But in some ways, thats all the more reason to hold on more tightly now. He wasn’t there when Bastion took him from everyone. Hell, was barely there to welcome him home before they were pulled their separate ways again. Deerington doesn’t grant many wishes. But having Kurt here feels like a gift. One he intends not to squander for once.]

[He looks truly worried when his gaze falls to that hand on his shoulder, but the touch lowers his hackles some.]

You’d rather die halfway between here and another dimension?

[If there was time for a heart to heart about it, they might reach a less prickly understanding, but it’s undeniable Kurt’s gifts are tailor made for this one. Hell, for all they know he can port himself right out of their chains. It’s not quiet a concession, but it’s the closest anyone can hope to get from a stubborn Wolverine.]


Just… don’t go so far I can’t reach you.