He relaxed again, but not all the way. "Right." Because he'd thought for a moment that maybe Brant had been talking about him and warning Jack that Kurt was on the warpath. (And there were far too many names for the same man in that thought.)
He took another look at his other self. The clothes suggested early 20th century, though that wasn't much to go on since he'd barely changed his basic outfit for centuries. No real way of telling if that was Brant's Jack just by looking.
"You wanna sit down with that tea?" he suggested, jerking his head towards a nearby bench.