Jason watched the emotions war in Kurt's eyes, both as a reflection and in the yellow gaze he'd easily grown used to. When the other man moved towards the door, he caught those thick fingers in his. He refused to hide the way Kurt really looked from himself, and he enjoyed the slide of the blunt digits against his own.
"Never allow them to make you feel anything else than perfect. You are homo superior, Kurt. Homo sapiens sapiens just happen to have ruling majority for now. You were born as God intended, and he only thing you have to do is live up to you own potential."
His voice had pitched low and angry, but not at Kurt. He was angry that Kurt could not browse one of the most beautiful museums in the world. Sad that other people couldn't see the beauty and perfection in the variety of what his people could be. What they were, every day of their lives.
"If I didn't have to hide you, Kurt. I wouldn't." With that, he dropped the other man's hand, suddenly very self conscious, and moved through the door, checking that no one was around. The museum was close to closing, and on a weekend no less, and the deep recesses of the building were all but empty.