Middle of nowhere, sugar. [This is murmured against Kurt's temple as Corrigan steps into the pleasantly warm motel room -- small, clean and humble, with the suitcases set to one side of the single king-sized bed. He doesn't stop there, though, carrying Kurt into the bathroom, which is hot and steamy from the bath Corrigan’s already drawn.
He sets Kurt to sit on the edge of the tub, smoothing the stringy, lank hair back from his face.] Go ahead and clean up, I'm going to order dinner. Call if you need anything, hm? [Then he steps out, leaving the door open a crack, in case Kurt calls out.]
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He sets Kurt to sit on the edge of the tub, smoothing the stringy, lank hair back from his face.] Go ahead and clean up, I'm going to order dinner. Call if you need anything, hm? [Then he steps out, leaving the door open a crack, in case Kurt calls out.]