Church of Humanity, Jonothon's ass.
Humanity wasn't necessarily Jono's favourite, at the moment. Not while he was standing around with an extra hole in him, courtesy of one of their messed-up congregation. And Kurt was... out of it. Out of it seemed like the best way of putting it, considering they'd found him curled up in a ball on the floor. At least Stacy X had been able to bring him around. Apparently she was good for more than calling Jon such endearing terms as 'no-face' and just generally driving him up a wall.
He hadn't even realized what the date was back on Fandom until he got Raven's text, which had been very welcome in the wake of that whole mess. He'd been able to burn away the spear easily enough, but there was a hole torn through his back that was going to need medical attention, and those photos were a very welcome distraction. He pulled out his phone and hit 'reply.'
You know, I like you however you're most comfortable, Sunshine. You certainly wear them all rather well. Thank you for the birthday wishes. It's actually coming up around that time of year again here in my own time, too. I'll be... Lord, 21? It's too bloody easy to lose track, between one reality and the next. Love you. Miss you. See you soon, perhaps?
They were headed back to Xavier's, now. It had been a long time since he'd been back there. For all the time they'd spent flying here and there, making pit stops at Worthington Industries and so on, it would be nice to have his own room again.
... His birthday.
[NFB for distance, of course. Open if anyone wants to text him!]
- Headed Back to Xavier's, Friday Evening, Fandom Time