[He’s on the verge of a shrug when Kurt’s suggestion hits him like a sucker punch. His usually chiseled and furrowed brow expression gives way to something uncharacteristically wide eyed. Worried. Like a mutt you’ve just told to stay you walk out the door on him.]

Different doors… [Even his voice is made gentler with concern, but if he’s not arguing, he knows there’s rhyme to Kurt’s reason. Reluctantly his arm drifts away from Kurt, stalling only to be sure that he can bear his own weight comfortably.]

I uh… I have a cabin by the lake. Don’t forget. If… if it brings you back to Deerington. You can find me there. [He can only make plans that assume they’ll be meeting again soon. He can’t bring himself to say goodbye.]