There wasn't an easy answer to that, and yet Kurt didn't think about his answer at all. The waitress brought them their food, and he just sort of stared at it, tears clouding his vision, until he blinked them away and smiled.

"I just want you," he whispered. "I want to...to be lying in bed at night and hear you come home, to sleep just a little better because I know you're there. I want to come home to you every day, to listen to you practicing your singing in the living room while I do chores. I want to cook you your favorite things when you've had a hard day, or--or just for the hell of it. I want to fall asleep with you on the couch watching I Love Lucy reruns because we're too tired to go to bed."

He rubbed his eyes again, laughing softly. "I don't think you're trying to be the old you. I think this is just another new you. And honestly, I don't care. You're just--you. And I love you."