But in the Munich Circus...

Kurt peered into the kitchen and found Nina sitting there alone as he had mostly hoped (and partially feared). He knew he should talk to her, though “how is it going?” seemed a little bit of a lame question to address to a girl who had risen from the dead. She seemed to be coping quite well, all things considered, and yet Demetri seemed convinced she was something Kurt could not deal with properly. Sure, he’d freaked out a little upon her arrival, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t had a good reason. Now, however, it was hard to gauge how he stood with Nina. He didn’t think she held it against him that he’d had her at sword point (he’d certainly forgiven the arrow that could have so quickly killed him), but it wasn’t really something that came up in daily conversation. Still, Kurt was determined to prove to Demetri that he was perfectly capable of dealing with one teenage girl (after all, he’d been a teenager himself only two years ago) and he also wanted Nina to like him, especially given her father’s less-than-steller track record with men, so he entered the kitchen, crossing to the fridge as if he were there for some food-related reason and spoke as he poked through the food.

“How you holding up?” he asked casually. The question had been put to him in much the same manner by Logan not long after he’d arrived at school and it seemed as good a way as any to start a conversation (though he was pretty sure the German accent killed the Logan affect). Still, he thought it was a good question. It had certainly meant something to him when Logan had asked it.