Going….

"Antalya." A quiet accented voice knocked on her door at around three in the morning. Antalya took off her reading glasses and set down her book, "Don't make me teleport in there."

"Do it." She smiled to herself as a cloud of blue smoke appeared in the corner of the room. Kurt looked at her with a smile, showing off his pointed teeth.

"Have you changed your mind?" He asked sitting next to her and leaning his elbows on his knees his tail flicking behind him. His black blue curly hair was still wet from a shower.

"Sorry Wagner." She shook her head and sighed closing her book and putting it on her night stand. "No chance of changing my mind."

"Not even a little chance?" He asked his eyes glinting mischievously. She laughed outright.

"You try anything and I'll teleport you to Spain." She pointed a finger at him and he smiled.

"Again." Kurt added his arm looping around her waist.

"Yes again." She leapt away. "The curtains are open!"

"Then close them." He looked into her eyes and she sighed standing.

"Only because this is my last night here." She closed them as he stood and ran a hand through his hair. "What is it Kurt, you've been acting weird."

"Could Wolverine really be your father?" He asked and she turned to look at him.

"I don't know." Antalya sat on her bed with her back to the headboard and banged her head off it a couple times. Kurt put a hand behind her head as she did it one last time and looked into her eyes scolding.

"Stop it. "He said sitting cross-legged in front of her. "You really need to stop beating yourself up over this."

"Literally or figuratively?" She asked dryly and he snorted.

"Both." He said leaning in and kissing her on the lips lightly.

"But," she said once he leaned back, "It's like the same thing as I did to you. I drive everyone I love away. I'm driving away a man who could be my father for god's sake!"

"You both are quite stubborn." He noted and she groaned banging her head sharply into the wall.

"You are so not helping." She glared at him as he laughed and pulled her to him with his tail. He wrapped his arm around her waist and she rested her head on his shoulder. He stroked her arm and she closed her eyes. "Kurt, what is wrong with the world?"

"Many things, Sonne," he said kissing her temple and resting his forehead on it after, "Many things."