"We're going to be the most pathetic old couple ever," said Kurt as they dragged themselves into the living room, and instantly regretted it. "I meant-- You know what I meant."

The memory of their text argument was still fresh in his mind, and he promised himself he'd let the matter drop. The fever was making him lose all sense of tact, though, and he frankly didn't care.

"Gonna make tea," he mumbled, shuffling over to the kitchen."