suchmiracles: (friendly; listen up)
Kurt Wagner ([personal profile] suchmiracles) wrote 2019-09-05 01:18 pm (UTC)

That fact that it works so well makes Kurt feel more than a little ashamed to have used such a tactic on his new friend, however honestly meant the words are. It feels like a hollow victory; Kurt sets the pad back down on the table with a troubled crease between his brows, even as he is grateful to see Wrench lower himself gingerly into the chair.

As the man reaches over to pick up the pencil, Kurt busies himself with his own form of escape from the bramble thicket of his thoughts. The kettle has been set aside to keep warm on the stove; Kurt digs through the cupboards until he finds a shallow bowl, then pours off a little of the water and sets the rest to boil again. A clean mug and a bottle of one of the stronger outcomes of Logan's distillation experiments also find their way back to the table.

Crossing back to the sink to wash his hands, he catches sight of the figure sketched out in Wrench's brusque lines on the pad and pauses thoughtfully. The game immediately appeals to him, not only as a way to distract each other, but as a test of his newfound language.

A, he offers as his first guess, then D as he makes his way back over to Wrench, shaking water from his fingertips.

He studies the other man for a moment, the critical remove of his training allowing him to assess where attention is needed most. The gash in Wrench's arm is red, the skin drawn and painful around the stitches which have been with him for too long, but it doesn't seem to be infected despite the depth of the cut. Vielen dank, Logan. The injury on his back is obscured by haphazard bits of tape and gauze, which don't look as clean as they should be. That first, then.

Kurt touches the man's shoulder lightly with a fingertip to draw his attention, then spools a loop of his tail into his own hand. With the other, he points to his tail, then mimes first an open and closed fist, then a flat palm held out. Squeeze means stop. He reaches down and lifts Wrench's hand, setting his fingers around the length of soft blue fur and hard muscle. It won't hurt me, he adds.

That settled, he moves behind Wrench and starts to tug away the bits of tape, removing the bits and pieces of Wrench's attempt at healing himself as quickly and gently as possible.

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