"They're not stupid," he says first, voice quiet, though he quickly bites down on his lip soon after, as though he knows that he's done wrong. Knows that this isn't the direction that she wants the conversation to go. And can he blame her? No doubt that there was something traumatic that resulted in all of those burns. They're not the type that look like they were caused years ago, before her memory would really serve. If anything, they look fresh, in the sense that he can see the smallest of details there, a jagged stone not yet worn down with time. "I mean, probably sounds obvious coming from a guy who's dressed the way I am, but clothes are... they're a way of expressing yourself. And taking care of your skin, your hair, it's another way of caring for yourself. I could probably whip up something for yours. If for no other reason than the fact that your skin probably shouldn't be taking that daily beatdown by the sun."

Feeling uneasy at the sight of her blank expression, the taut line of her lips, Kurt takes a small breath and continues on.

"As for Fred Astaire... we might be better off heading into the Compound and finding a reel. I don't think I'm at the point where I could do him justice. But suffice to say, he mastered the art of dance and song, makes it look like it's the only thing in life that makes him happy."