[ The smile that Kurt gives him is genuine, even if it is tired. He turns his head a little to touch the backs of Logan's fingers against his brow, closes his eyes and takes a breath, then lets him go. His expression when he looks back at Logan is more peaceful than before, but there's still a tension around his eyes and mouth. With Logan's ominous tone, how could there not be? ]

I'm glad to see you too, mein Freund, even if it is in some verdammt dream dimension.

[ He pauses, his tail flicking back and forth above the floor, thoughtful. He takes another small sip of his bourbon before he continues, looking up at Logan and holding his gaze. ]

I dreamed about you often, after you died. Just things we had done or left undone, little things. Drinking at Harry's, fighting together, fixing the Blackbird late at night. I admit, when I saw you in that room, I thought for a second, aha! This is what it is, and I was relieved, you know? But now, the longer we stay here, and whatever it is we're going to have to go through.. I'm not glad to be here, but if I am here, I'm glad it's with you.