[Suddenly, his mouth is dry and it's hard to swallow. He can't admit to liking Kavinsky when he doesn't even understand his own feelings about the dream thief, but there's something about him Kurt finds appealing.
Something he can't quite put his finger on just yet.
Kurt allows the hand to be pulled away with relative ease, gaze becoming downcast as he moves both arms to tuck across his chest. He can't look Rose in the eye or it might actually give her the idea he does care, regardless of how nonchalant he's trying to appear.]
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Something he can't quite put his finger on just yet.
Kurt allows the hand to be pulled away with relative ease, gaze becoming downcast as he moves both arms to tuck across his chest. He can't look Rose in the eye or it might actually give her the idea he does care, regardless of how nonchalant he's trying to appear.]
Truthfully, [he admits.] I don't know.