There is absolutely no mistaking Kurt for anyone else - his physical mutations make such a thing impossible. The feel of his hands, the texture of his fur... Jean-Paul finds himself relaxing somewhat. This is not his husband. It's <>Kurt. And some part of him has missed having Kurt this way so very much.

"You make me very happy," he whispers back. His hands skate over Kurt's shoulders and back, tracing his spine down to the curve of his ass. "You are a light, Kurt."