"That is not reassuring." She said disapprovingly when he told her they were worse than they looked, but she let herself be let in and the door closed behind her. She wasn't about to turn around and go back the way she'd come because he'd gotten bruised up. She wanted to hear what exactly he'd gotten himself into recently that had ended up with him looking like this.
All of it really was very nice, the shirt and tie, the table and the wine, it really was an actual date, for all that Kitty had held on to the small possibility that maybe it wasn't, sitting there now with him it was very obvious that it could only be that.
She let him tell his story about the adventure he'd been on to collect the things that he'd gotten for tonight. She winced when he mentioned collars, she'd had a run in with those not too long ago herself and just the thought of them sent a shiver down her spine, she hated to think about them being used on any mutant, let alone those that she knew and cared for. She hadn't thought that was the sort of thing that you'd find off Earth, sure there were power dampeners in other places, but the collars had always seemed especially human to her.
"Boring," She began, "is not the word I'd use to describe any of that." She still couldn't believe it, even hearing him run through it all until he got to this point, looking at her with a smile on his face like he'd just been telling her about having to fight traffic so he could make it home on time that evening. "At least you went to a real doctor." She allowed after a moment, it was something of a relief to know that he'd been looked at and tended to, as much as she'd told him to come to her if he needed stitching up again she was under no delusion that she was anywhere near as good as a real doctor.
"So does that mean that you and Carol are on good terms now?" She wondered, if they'd ended up on the other side of the doors together and helped one another get back? That had to count for something.