“You’re too good to us as it is, Jamie.” Kurt had caught the end of their exchange as he stepped into the kitchen from the hall. He was just waking up, which was unusual for him, but not so unusual for someone who’d wrestled a panther over the weekend. The bruises and soreness were more than enough to make him sleep in. At the same time, the aching reminders of Saturday made him smile. “You’re gonna make us soft.”
He nodded greetings to the two before quickly pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Sorry you missed Saturday, brother. Hot Hands here was pretty scary.” He raised his mug in a small salute Anna. Jamie probably would’ve have been a huge help in the melee – his greatest talents lay elsewhere – so Kurt supposed a part of himself was being cutesy, but the other simply liked the togetherness of the idea. “United we stand,” and all that.