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[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]

All of you, please.

Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.

[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]

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It wouldn't surprise me if he was. He's a jerk, he's just a total jerk.

[She blinks, but stands up quickly to move towards the dresser, grabbing the bottle and taking it back to him.]

What's wrong? Are you hurt?

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No. I just-- I've got a headache.

[A croaky little laugh.]

Too much crying.

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Oh, Kurt...

[She reaches out to grasp one of his hands of her, not thinking that it might startle him until it's too late.]

I'm so sorry.

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[He lets her, welcoming any kind of comfort right now. It's selfish, though, he thinks, that he needs it.]

I don't know what to do. I've never felt so powerless before.

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It's not your fault, you know? Nobody can fix all the problems in this city on their own.

[She pauses, then laughs shortly, but there's not much humor in the sound.]

And you managed not to punch me in the face, too.

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Why isn't anyone listening?

[He can't joke around right now, which is a sign of something seriously wrong.]

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[She gives his hand a squeeze.]

I think some people are just scared, and aren't thinking about the consequences. But it's not your fault you can't make them understand.

[It doesn't stop her from feeling guilty about the exact same thing, though.]

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I just... [He sniffles a bit.]

I don't know what's right anymore. Or who's right. Or who to trust... It's like everything is falling apart.

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Why wouldn't you be able to trust the people you had before?

Um... Do you keep a box of tissues anywhere around here? I can get one for you if you want.

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[He shakes his head. That's not something he wants to talk about right now.]

In the bathroom. Thank you.

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[She stands up, hurrying to the restroom, and returning promptly with the tissues. She hands the box to him, but remains silent after that, unsure of what exactly to say. What could possibly comfort him? She doesn't even know how to comfort herself lately.

So she sits back down where she had been, leaning against the bed frame from her spot on the floor. If he wants to talk about anything at all, she'll be there to listen.]

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Thanks.

[He accepts the tissues gratefully, and uses a few to sop up the tears on his face.]

Make sure you get yourself home before the sirens, okay?

[motioned]

[She stands up, taking that as a cue that he'd rather be alone. She nods at his request, though she's not very concerned about that possibility. She looks towards the floor before she speaks.]

I'm sorry I couldn't say anything to help.

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You don't have to go right now.

[He straightens up a bit.]

Just... Come here, okay? Take my hand.

[motioned]

[Curious, she walks back, kneeling down to take his hand in hers.]

I'm right here.

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[The different body is still weird, so he doesn't look at her face, but he holds her hand firmly.]

Promise me you'll never let your innocence die.

[It's pretty out of the blue, and even melodramatic-- But he doesn't care. He's wanted to say this to her for a long, long time.]

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My innocence?

[It may be irrational, but suddenly she feels self conscious, and looks away from him as well.]

I'm not really sure why it would. Um, did I do something wrong? I mean, I'm just not sure why you're asking...

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No-- No, you didn't do anything wrong. Not a thing.

It's just-- Even in this place, you still have it. You still have light in your eyes. People will try to take it away though, and things will, and...

[He shakes his head.] God, I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.

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Light in my eyes? Of course I do. I mean, I still have friends here, but... Why would people try to take it away?

[Her expression grows more concerned, though still unfamiliar on her temporary features.]

Kurt, is something wrong? I mean, I know what's wrong, but - more than what's obvious, I guess.

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No, nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

[He forces a smile.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean to confuse you. Thank you so much for coming by, Ahiru.

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[She's tempted to ask him what the matter is, since she's sure there really is something going on - but it makes sense to her that he wouldn't want to tell her, too. Either way, she's certain she wouldn't be able to help him much.

She doesn't say this, though; she gives his hand another squeeze and stands up.]

Thank you for letting me come.