The sense of bizarre intimacy likely wasn't helped by the sounds Cassidy was making: little snuffles of breath through his nose, small hitches in his voice as the wound closed up.

There was a light, metallic ping on the ground behind him, and the bullet was pushed out his back. That was Cassidy's cue to sit back and take his last swallow, letting the blood he'd already ingested do the rest of the work. He wiped his mouth off on his forearm, then:

"...thanks," he nodded, giving Kurt another not-so-certain glance over.

Nope. Definitely not hallucinating.