Apparently immune to the depressing mood of the treehouse, Hazel wriggles in Kurt's grasp, tail wagging happily. Fern will reach over to give his head a scratch when Kurt sits.

"Yeah, well, pretty sure he wasn't." He couldn't have been that upset, given what he did. The knowledge of that is still fresh in Fern's mind, and his voice turns bitter. "We aren't friends anymore, so it doesn't matter."