Bullshit. [It comes out in a low, almost-snarl, as Corrigan releases Kurt's hair in favor of cradling their face between his palms. There's a tenderness to his touch, even as he presses them between him and the door, so close he can feel their heart racing beneath the layers of silk.] That's fucking bullshit, Kurt and you know it.

I'm not here because I'm trying to get you to take me back. [A lie, sort of, of course he wants that, craves it, missed them so much it aches. He wants to say that he fucked it up, by not being around as much, by taking them for granted. But more than that, he's here because the hollow-eyed, laced-up, miserable person Kurt has become is so reminiscent of their stories about their youth that it kills him.

He loves them. In his own fucked up, messy, imperfect way, Corrigan loves Kurt, and he can't watch them ruin their life.] I'm here because if you go through with this, you'll regret it forever. Growing up doesn't mean killing everything inside yourself, Kurt. It doesn't need to, at least.

[Softer, meeting their eyes, leaning so far in his forehead touches theirs:] Don’t do this. Don't marry him.