[ Kurt doesn't think she's actually expecting him to have answers. She's speculating out loud. He drapes his coat over a chair for now, shutting the closet doors, holding onto the handles and just studying it for a moment. When he opens the closet, there's a coffee mug there. Not just any coffee mug, though; it's one that his nephew made for him, with a sloppy handprint and 'Uncle' written there in shaky paint. He'd thought about it, just to test it.
And now it's here. He reaches for it tentatively, half expecting this to be a trap somehow, but nothing happens when he wraps his fingers around the mug. Turning back to look at Jane, he holds it out for her to see. ]
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And now it's here. He reaches for it tentatively, half expecting this to be a trap somehow, but nothing happens when he wraps his fingers around the mug. Turning back to look at Jane, he holds it out for her to see. ]
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