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It was a serious debate in Kurt's mind. Find a way to leave and get back home. The homesickness that overtook every time he returned to an empty apartment, hearing neighbors enjoying the festivities together while he was left to deal with the silence surrounding him at the same time. Could it be done? He hadn't tried it yet, but desperation called for drastic measures from time to time, right?
Leave it to Ricky to call him out, causing him to pause in the build up to a total meltdown. His focus was coming and going, blurring around the edges where the tears threatened to fall but had yet to break past the barricade of his pure stubborn nature. "Leave you alone?" Kurt finally asks, voice cracking, gaze flinting up towards the other. "Is that what you think I'd actually do to you, mon cher?" Maybe he did. That was what all of this conversation was. But maybe he had just needed to vent. Needed to know he wasn't alone himself.
Reaching across the table, he covers Ricky's hand with one of his own, ignoring how icy his own touch might be due to not wearing gloves in the winter months like a fool. "No, no. I'm not leaving you alone. Never. I just needed to vent, because I miss my dad. That's all it was, I swear."