[Sorry that his awkwardness threw off that adorable enthusiasm, Sidon. It's actually pretty sweet, listening to someone talk about another person that way.

Regardless of Sidon's lack of reaction to his faceplanting, he hesitantly looks at him once more, reaching one hand up to brush his damp bangs behind a pointed ear.] I'm okay, [he admits, rolling his shoulders to adjust his layers, free hand settling the wrap back around his face.]

It's just how things are. To be fair, they aren't nearly as bad as they used to be, but ... [Another shrug, citrine irides flicking back to the window they'd been doodling on. This time, his face flushes, though it's for a completely different reason. Sidon thinks he's amazing? That has to be one of the best compliments ever.

He grins in response and straightens a bit, the spade of his tail lashing eagerly.] Thank you. That's very kind of you to say— [And that's when it hits him: there hasn't been a proper greeting between them.] Ach, how rude of me! I never even asked your name or gave you mine.

[Kurt turns so he can offer his hand to the fish-man,] I'm Kurt. Or, uhm, 'Nightcrawler' is my codename. [Should he have said that one first? Oh well.]