[for the longest part of the video, kurt mostly watches clint fumble with his daemon, red eyes glittering and lips quirked with amusement. he settles a hand against his cheek, free limb curling beneath the elbow of the one he has at his face, head absently tilting.

none of the coded things are recognizable to him; he can acknowledge the russian, but cannot understand it, unfortunately. if he had the ability, nightcrawler might say something in return. instead, he shifts the hand, fingers curling against his lips as an amused giggle slips free.]

Someone seems to be having a bit of trouble with their partner, [he notes.] Who wouldn't know any better about not sharing secrets, of course.