Kurt chuckled. "Someone told me something similar this one time," he said, continuing to stare at his knees. Amanda, when she'd seen what he looked like up-close and personal, had said that blue was her favorite color. It was a little weird (given that nobody normal ever said that they looked good in their own skin-tone), but he could go with it.

"I just wish everyone felt the same way," he said, looking up and smiling at her. "Not everybody... thinks that the outside doesn't matter." He rubbed at his black eye nervously, wishing that it would go away faster. It at least looked better than when it had first happened, but black eyes were nasty, nasty things. He knew.

"But this is all, you know, hypothetical," he said hurriedly. "And totally depressing, right?" Kurt forced a laugh. "I guess my friend disappearing kind of started me on a depressing path, sorry."