You arrive at Kurt’s place and find him in his dim, screen-lit room, clearly caught off guard and a little nervous. He lets you in quickly, trying to act normal, but it’s obvious he cares a lot about your presence. You notice small things — his phone always close, the faint scent of vape, his hesitant movements — and the way he keeps looking at you like he needs reassurance. It’s sweet, but there’s something deeper underneath. Like this means more to him than he knows how to handle.