[maybe he's teasing (just a little), but his tone also sounds wholehearted. inhibition isn't high on kurt's priority list right now; he'd much rather continue slugging alcohol and eating snacks rather than explain the whole one-eighty in personality thing. unfortunate, considering kavinsky seems intent on finding out why he's different.

an eyebrow raises, contemplative as the dream thief draws him in, tucks neatly into the narrowness of his mid-section and drawls about something to do with his blush. or lack thereof, really.] Was I trying to fool you? Funny, I must not have noticed...

[he sighs, nonetheless, recaps the bottle and sets it aside, moving his arms to encircle the shorter boy's shoulders. so many excuses he can use and what he goes with is not all that far from the truth.] I woke up one morning and decided that I didn't like who I saw in the mirror. [kurt leans, eyes half-lidded, their foreheads bumping affectionately.] I'm sure you know plenty of ways to make my skin flush if you miss it that much.