[Kurt's full-on nails digging into Logan's should now, wavering back and forth from his place hunched down on the ground. He manages to clear his throat then look up at Logan, wide-eyed.]

So this isn't...this isn't some sort of group activity I accidentally signed up for? We aren't being hazed? This isn't a trust exercise for a sadistic summer program? We've all been group-kidnapped and I currently have tacky-fountain-mold soaking into my fifty-dollar jeans?