It's a hard thing for someone like Kurt, who places so much store in making others happy, to have to force his way past barriers of pain and fear when they stand so vulnerable in front of him. His heart tells him to stop and to let go, to accept the easier lies that Wrench offers, to do whatever is needed to make the little space they've created comfortable again. Once, perhaps, he might have done it. Might have allowed the other man to put his shirt back on and cover up those jaggedly healing cuts. But that would have been long ago, before he met Logan and the X-Men, and learned the value of doing what's difficult and necessary. And what it costs you to look away.
No, you're hurt, he insists right back, more complex arguments falling victim to his lack of vocabulary. With a frustrated twitch of his tail, he turns back to the table and takes up the pad and pencil, writing quickly before turning back and presenting it to Wrench:
no subject
No, you're hurt, he insists right back, more complex arguments falling victim to his lack of vocabulary. With a frustrated twitch of his tail, he turns back to the table and takes up the pad and pencil, writing quickly before turning back and presenting it to Wrench:
Do not make me watch you die too.