The Talk (for Creed)
Creed had given him twenty minutes, fifteen of which were left when Kurt reappeared in the community showers. Either he had gotten there before Creed or had just missed him; whichever way, he was alone when he stood in the spray of the steaming shower. After he had cleaned the rather eventful day off himself with scalding hot water, he teleported to his room and put on jeans and pullover before he made his way to the washing room where he knew there were spare clothes Creed could take. That, too, was empty.
Finally, he turned his steps to the room that Creed had occupied since he staid in the Institute and gently knocked on the door with the knuckles of his two thick fingers.
His thoughts were going in circles (and his tail likewise twisted itself into coils, something Kurt was unaware of), curiosity, mistrust and more faith than he perhaps should put in the mutant chasing each other like a cat after its tail. However, he had already decided that he'd let this go on for now, until Creed proved himself truly mad or dangerous to anyone in the house and... it would be a lie to say that he wasn't looking forward to what Creed had indicated.
However, the door stayed shut. After a few long moments, Kurt turned to go.