[the lingering gaze isn't all that noticeable, but to someone as observant as kurt, it most definitely is. he tips his head, almost absent-minded in manner, crimson eyes twinkling with playfulness.

before he speaks, though, the blue boy takes a long stride forward, lips becoming downturn in the most pathetic pout he can manage.]

You want to fix me? [he asks, voice low. so excessively hushed while he moves.] But there's nothing wrong with me, Wyatt. [and another step.] Of course, with a compliment like that, you must understand.

[with only the slightest gap between them, he dips forward, lips curving, deliberately wolfish.] The fact you're staring tells me this, too.