Kurt didn't know when he got so comfortable at the Institute. It just sort of... happened one day. Maybe his first time sneaking out with Kitty, or the time Piotr laughed at one of his jokes.

All he knew was that he wouldn't trade it for anything.

He was safe here, from the prosecution he'd faced in Germany. He finally had friends too. A family.

A voice drew him from his thoughts from where he sat on the roof. A voice he immediately wanted to investigate, so he did.