"Hey." Corrigan's voice is soft, but firm, pausing in the doorway of the cabin to lean back, prompting Kurt to look up at him. He meets their eyes, his own intent, focused. "You have nothing to apologize for, beloved. You didn't do anything wrong." The Alpha leans forward, rests his forehead against his mate's, breathing in their scent, grounding himself in it. The fact that someone so small, so delicate and seemingly fragile has become the center of his universe -- the beating heart of his pack -- is still a marvel to him.

"There's nothing we wouldn't do for you, Kurt. No risk we wouldn't take to keep you safe." He nudges the door open with one hip, kissing their nose as the warmth of the cabin surrounds them. "And we're glad to do it, whether you ask it or not. It's what we've all dreamed of, for years and years."

The fire is roaring, the furs from the couch spread out on the floor so a bandaged (and heavily medicated) Benji can lounge in them, still wolf-shaped, with his tongue lolling out as Kai (of all people) rubs at his ears. There's stew bubbling softly, and Leo making himself useful by fussing over Naseer, for being such a good doctor. All of them perk up at Kurt and Corrigan's arrival, the wave of adoration saturating the pack link as they do.

Smiling against his mate's temple, Corrigan adds, softly: "We came alive when we met you, Kurt. You're the heart of us. Both of you." This is said with one hand coming to rest on their stomach, softly, reverently.