"I can–" Kurt begins to reply, tugging at his bowtie. "I can help–" His face is red, so red, and his jacket is abandoned on the bed behind him. Whose bed? He isn't sure. But he should be considerate!

He slides off the foot of the bed and onto the floor, struggling to untie the knot at his neck. He could tie one in his sleep but now maybe it's been charmed to something?

"I ca...............n't help you. I'm here forever. In my tie."