[ Wyatt's eyes get stuck for a moment on Kurt's lips. He notices the shape of them, the colour of them, the way his finger rests against them.

Okay, Jesus, he needs help. He looks away, rubbing his temple. ]

You drunk something, that's for sure. Look, just. Don't do anything crazy, Kurt, okay? I'm gonna fix this. I have no fucking idea how, but I will, I swear, and when I do, you're gonna really regret that hair.

[ Pause. ]

Even if it looks great on you.