Kermit wasn't one for crying usually. Not normally. He thought it made him look more than a little bit ugly and the amount of tissues he got through always made him wish he'd never started to begin with.
"Am I stupid and annoying?" was all he asked Blaise when the other man finally sat down because really, that was the heart of this. The fear that it might be one way based on what his mum had said, or rather, not said. Because Blaise had only ever shown him love, and that had always been enough for Kermit, but... there was that fear that he was stupid. That he was annoying. That he had forced Blaise into something he might not want. And whatever he said now, Kermit had decided he'd take his word on it because he hated words anyway. Words did the sort of thing that made you question the first relationship you'd ever had where you genuinely felt happy. There had been no question in his mind that, whether he was able to say it or not, Blaise loved him. Because it was always there in his actions. And it always had been. Which was why it was ridiculous that Kermit was feeling this way now.