"I trust you." Blunt and to the point; he's never had a reason to not trust Peter and if they were supposed to be 'teammates', the acceptance had to start somewhere. Jean joining in on the anger wouldn't be ideal, but didn't Peter have some sort of right to know? Maybe that was only his own opinion.

The thought of someone having glass morphed into their body makes him wince, sleeve-covered hands lifting to press over his face. He shakes his head, lowering his hands and whimpering while attempting to fight back the nausea rising in his stomach. "That is dreadful! How did people survive?" Kurt doesn't want to try and imagine the excruciating amount of pain they might have been in.

"Ja, well, I am not lying. Once everything goes back to normal, you will see with your own two eyes." There's a huff and his arms raise to tuck across his chest, the spade of his tail lashing wildly with irritation.