84 reason and you are always worth It with kurtty D.
Her fingers are so soft and careful against his face that it’s amazing that he can tell that they’re there at all. And being drugged up on morphine for the pain in his hands from that shrapnel in the explosion his world’s Iceman had set off–being able to feel anything at that point was a miracle.
Miss Pryde is trustworthy. That is also a miracle to recognize, out of his head with groggy memories surfacing with the liquid happy and numb rushing through him by way of an actually sterile IV.
He can’t remember the last time he had the need to have someone else trim his facial hair. Maybe it was on that porch in Alaska with the wolves howling at the quarter moon, with Linda taking scissors meant for fingernails to his face while waiting for the water to boil for their tea. Maybe it was the night after that sudden flooding in the “safe” zone for the people of his world, after pulling them out of collapsing houses and the topmost branches of trees; Bobby had said, “You look way older than you are. It’s creepy. Want help with a trim?”
Kurt groaned from the relief of the last of the beard he had grown in the medical bay falling away, Kitty’s hands easily picking up the long hairs and depositing them in the trash. Wiping away the excess that had fallen around his head and breathing steady while making sure he was comfortable.
When she picked up the scissors and began her way back upstairs, he had the lack of enough of his usual mind to ask ‘why?’
She turned a little and addressed him pleasantly, eyes ghosting over him and answer honest, “Logan doesn’t notice small things like what makes people comfortable. It didn’t seem like he was going to cut your beard when you didn’t ask for it, but in all the time you’ve been here, I’ve never seen you with more than a few extra whiskers. It seemed worth it to try.”
Red eyes, sliding closed with each word she gave freely, blinked at her and he wasn’t even surprised at the answer to that leaving him of his own volition before he could second-guess himself; before he fell asleep for what must have been the tenth time in just the last day, “Thank you.”