[There have been too many moments like this one for Logan to count. And every moment like this, every time he’s ever found himself looking down hopefully at Kurt’s injured form, he’s struct with that same feeling like there’s a hole where his stomach should be.

And then his friend speaks and bit by bit, as if one vital organ at a time, Logan feels whole again. Perhaps even more reassuring than Kurt’s voice itself is the fact that he’s making jokes as soon as Logan can see the light in his eyes again.]

You kiddin’ me?
You got it just right, Elf.

[He’d rather be any place than here and has to assume Kurt’s feeling the same way, but without that thing hunting them, there’s no reason to rush and risk making the damage the younger man is doing to himself any worse. Squeezing Kurt’s hand he sits back on his heels, tension easing from his posture.]

Take it easy. We’ll find the way out when you think you can walk… If you think you can walk…