[he doesn't quite know it yet, but he's sorry for whatever emotions end up getting inadvertently tossed era's way. kurt usually does well when it comes to keep them under wraps; he's never been in a position where he has needed to handle these sorts of feelings, though.

regardless, he meets her gaze with very little effort, attempting casualness by allowing his lips to curve somewhat higher.] I do, actually. [considering his house is full of them. things like succulents, aloe vera and jade, ponytail palms and snake plants.]

Are you looking for a certain type? Like, there are some better for cooking and others that are more suitable on a medicinal level.

[which makes him remember the incident where kavinsky had been burning, how he'd pondered the idea of using foilage to soothe his damaged skin. a happy thought, though he shakes his head anyway.]