On the first Monday after the first full month that Blaine has been working for Kurt, he logs onto his online banking account during a late afternoon lull in his office. He shouldn't be surprised at what he sees when his first pay check has been cleared, he knows what he signed to earn in this new job, but he's surprised all the same.

The thing that surprises him the most is that, he can't think of what he wants to do with it, yes he's already transferred a large chunk into his savings account like he said he would, but he absolutely can afford to treat himself now, but with what?

A nice new shirt or pair of trousers, or a bowtie maybe? Kurt has that covered. Xbox games? He's never looked at the console since he placed it in its new home on the shelf in his condo bedroom.

Maybe he'll just buy Jes a new collar or something, but even then he's pretty sure that Kurt has plans for that too, with the way he keeps placing his fingers gently but artfully around the fur of Jes's neck and the way he mutters about the blue of his eyes matching beautifully with Jade Green and the slight glint of a diamante finish.

The measuring tape should have been the big give away. 

He even, even, considers calling his parents, to like gloat or something, though he doesn't know why exactly and that one measly monthly pay check will mean nothing to people like them. They've never asked or cared about what jobs he lands himself and ventures into for a long time. The more he thinks about it he's actually forgotten to tell them about Kurt and moving from Queens at all, ok so its like 93% forgotten and 7% intentional, but that's beside the point.

Blaine doesn't need another one of those phone calls. He'll send a group text in few weeks and maybe visit on thanksgiving, that will be enough.

A similar thought process occurs on the second month that Blaine finds himself sitting staring into the computer screen at the slowly ascending digits of his bank account, and he is left wondering just where on earth the time has gone to, just short of Nine weeks in his new job, his new home, his new life.

These thoughts become fast and fleeting however and are long gone the moment that he hears Kurt call his name from the next room, all high and breathy, demanding and that one word, just his name rolling off of Kurt's tongue with such force is enough to knock him off of his feet.

Blaine can honestly say that in this moment in time, the money no matter how much or deserving or helpful it is, is not the thing driving him forward in this job, nor the perks or the experience. He's enjoying it all yes, he's thankful for it and can admit that he thinks he's doing a pretty swell job so far.

Like the first time that he got up on a stage or the centre of a room and performed for just a handful of people, he knew then that money or the tips wasn't going to drive him forward. It was the reactions, the love and feel for a mic in his hand or guitar peck or the feel of smooth black and ivory keys under his fingers. It was the passion that rode deep within in him whenever he opened his lungs and let his vocal chords rip.  

And now it's Kurt. It's Kurt who is making him strive forward and want things he didn't know he would or could want, forgetting things he didn't think he would forget, and the man is completely oblivious that he is having such a desired effect on him, or at least Blaine thinks that he is.

Blaine logs out with a goofy grin and stands from his desk, it's all just numbers anyway.

Kurt is perched on the edge of his desk when Blaine comes through, he has a stack of papers in his hands shuffling them with no order or pattern and a rather misplaced exasperated look on his face.

Blaine swoops forward, takes the pile from Kurt's hands with an easy smile and sits down on what he has come to know as ‘his chair' at Kurt's desk.

He sets about flicking through the papers immediately, humming quietly as he goes, filing some away, making keep and shred piles, and all the while Kurt is looking at him with a look of sheer gratitude, but when Blaine peeks up to notice it for himself Kurt stands and busies himself around the office.

This is becoming a normal routine for them, Blaine making every task and job that Kurt sets him look like Childs play, leaving Kurt looking on for a fraction before moving on to find something else, it's almost like he is challenging him when he does this, but Blaine doesn't mind.

Blaine is starting to wonder how Kurt ever coped or managed on his own before, though he does silently note that whatever Blaine does take from Kurt's hands and off of his shoulders all seems to be manageable and fairly capable stuff. He knows that Kurt is a very hard working, busy man wanted by too many people at all hours of everyday and maybe he has just sort of pushed the space for all of the ‘easier' parts out of his brain altogether.   

The ‘normal' routine is also becoming known and well used out of the condo also, Blaine starts to meet some of Kurt's ‘regular' clients, his most popular and well known associates and sponsors, he builds a friendly yet professional rapport with them, schmoozing in the background whilst Kurt sits at much too large oval tables in bare, boring conference rooms looking sick of his life.

They'd exchange glances whilst Kurt talks and makes and listens to pitches with a gaggle of suits and Blaine takes notes hovering on the sidelines. Their fingers will brush when Blaine slides a document into Kurt's hands, and Kurt will offer an appreciative look when Blaine hands him a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice, just knowing that he needs the vitamins.

They discuss matters and bicker lightly in the back of the Lexus and Blaine knows he's won when Kurt half turns towards the window with an upturned chin and his hands curled over his crossed knees neatly, whilst trying to hide a smirk and crinkled eyes. Blaine will smile to himself and play with the buttons on his control pad and when the privacy slider is down Sam smirks at the sight as he watches through the rear view mirror.

Kurt has started commenting on Blaine's outfits more often than and not, he appreciates Blaine's eye for fashion and likes how similar they dress at times and very different at others, even with the use of the same tailor, Kurt knows that Blaine has always had some flare about him. Kurt never really backs up his words with evidence or personal content, but it is not hard for Blaine to see that Kurt is a man with an impeccable taste for cloth and color, like he just knows, he can just do.

And Blaine definitely noticed the way that Kurt had sent a pure look of filfth to the mail guy that time in an office building, who appreciated Blaine's outfit with a little too much interest.  

Blaine brings Kurt his coffee, exactly the way he likes it from tired but proud memory every morning, it started with running down the street to pick it up, or sometimes Sam taking him. But when Blaine returned one morning with a tub full of Kurt's favourite blend and all of the tools and ingredients needed to create the perfect cup, Kurt looked at him in a way that Blaine couldn't place.

“You don't have time to stand and make coffee Blaine, there are people who are paid to do that, let them do it.”

“Of course I have time, and I'll just be right here, next door, it's a no different amount of time to standing in a long line down at the store-”

“You wait in line? Don't you tell them what you do? Who you work for?”

And that had been the first time that Blaine had ever heard Kurt talk like that, not talking down at him and not nastily, just with an edge, a tone of disinterest, like he's truly above all the other thousands of hard working folk in New York trying to get by and make a living and just wants Coffee to start off their day.

“Um, no Kurt, I don't, honestly? I don't think they would care, at all.” Blaine was quiet but clear when he spoke, he actually wasn't fazed by Kurt's comment at all, humoured by it if anything.

Kurt had swallowed and blinked back at him like he was actually, truly comprehending what Blaine was telling him and something softened within Blaine's chest when Kurt simply nodded with his pink lips pursed, he looked child like, small somehow in his tall frame and strong structure.

“Besides,” Blaine offered with a small upturn of his lips, “You can't do shit if they screw up your coffee, but me, you can do with as you wish.” Blaine made a face and gestured with his hands, “And if I'm here, you can just drag me back when you can't cope without me for more than Three minutes.” Kurt's eyes had softened then, and Blaine happily made his boss his coffee from scratch most mornings from that moment on, sometimes Kurt even joined him.   

Blaine will wait to gage Kurt's mood each morning before deciding on what breakfast food to fetch for him, sometimes he'll ask but mostly likes to surprise him.

Blaine isn't really a morning person all that much, but he knows how to behave and act like one rather well, especially when working. Kurt however although has been getting up before the crack of dawn for more years than he cares to count, still needs some persuading on the matter and Blaine loves trying to draw him out from his sleep rough temper with the whiff of freshly brewed coffee and the very slight singe of toasted poppy seed bagels.

They'll eat together whilst looking over new emails and then will set about the first tasks of the day, like a real power duo, and Blaine cannot get enough.

Now, Blaine finishes sorting the papers with a comical brush of his hands and stacks his finished ‘keep' pile into a tray on one of the side units, Kurt's sitting back behind his desk, his phone in his hand and thumbing at the screen pensively. He looks up at Blaine suddenly, and a look crosses his face, the same that tells Blaine he wants to talk about something but doesn't know how to.

“It's your weekend off coming up.” It's a mere statement rather than a question but he's right nonetheless. It is Blaine's weekend off coming up, and he honestly hadn't even thought about it. His previous free weekends had been spent catching up on sleep, strolling around the neighbourhood and he and Sam had even met for a beer or two.

But Blaine cannot say that he'd never noticed the way Kurt would pretend to NOT watch him slide into the waiting elevator to take him down and out of the building for the day or night, from his office with a look on his face reminiscent to sadness and almost envy.  

“Apparently so, yes.”

“Have you much planned?” Blaine is curious that Kurt is curious, he often wonders what Kurt does himself on his free weekends, if he allows himself them. He hopes that he does, Kurt deserves some down time and he also hopes that one day soon he might just find out and perhaps participate.

Though now Kurt is still only offering him quick glances from the screen of his phone whilst keeping his voice even, trying to feign indifference and nonchalance.

“Um, no actually, I hadn't even remembered-”

“Oh whatever.” Kurt rolls his eyes playfully and Blaine smiles.

“I like working for you Kurt, you know that, I haven't had much reason to let my mind wander off to the weekend ahead.” Blaine looks at him with a silent pleading look, its warm and friendly but his eyes are saying ‘I'd hoped you noticed that'. Kurt nods and even lets slip a small smile, his eyes cloud for a second and it's almost as if he's silently saying ‘I know, good, I'm glad'.

“You don't mention your family much, would you not visit with them?” Blaine decides to be honest and ever so pleasant, there's no reason not to be.

“On Thanksgiving and sometimes Christmas, maybe, yes. No real need to make the trip at any other time.” Blaine shrugs.

“No?” Kurt has lowered his phone, and he's looking up at Blaine with real interest and maybe a touch of concern.

“We uh, my parents and I, we have no need to-”

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry, you don't have to tell me.” Kurt's face is a little passive, likes he's trying not to show his emotions but Blaine can tell that he's still genuinely interested.

“Oh no, it's cool, it's nothing bad or anything, we just, we're not as close as most families you know? I mean god we care about each other, we love each other and stuff, but they, my folks just kind of let me get on and do my own thing over the years, and in time I just grew apart from them, learnt to not want or need them around, to not need to know what they think you know?”

Blaine shrugs again, he's totally fine talking about, he doesn't see the problem, not anymore. He doesn't know where it comes from when he adds, “and my brother is just an ass, a lovable ass mind you, we text and stuff but that's where it ends with us.”

“It's Cooper isn't it? Cooper Anderson is your brother.” Blaine looks up, eyes wide and lips parted a little, he doesn't know how Kurt knows his brother and is honestly a little worried. For anybody to associate him with his brother is a worrying matter for Blaine, they are two very different people. He nods and Kurt chuckles.

“I've seen him ‘networking' if you will, at certain events.” Blaine's eyes widen and he restrains his hand from palming his face. “I don't know if charming is the word I would use for him, for you yes, but for him… maybe something close to surprising.” Kurt smiles softly and continues, “Don't worry I know that you're nothing alike, you can't help who you're related too, as for knowing about him I just sort of put two and two together from your background and files.”

Blaine releases a quick breath and smiles lopsidedly, “He's harmless really, he's always been great with-with my being gay, he helped make that easier around my parents-”

“You're parents were not so great about it?” Blaine swallows, he doesn't know if he should be telling Kurt all of this, but then, why not right? If anybody, another gay man would understand, and after all Kurt is asking.

“More my dad really, I came out when I was Fourteen and I guess he thought that I would, like change my mind or something, and that he could say or do things to help push me back to the straight side you know? I mean he's accepted it now, but I remember we even worked on this car together, it was awesome but I didn't let on at the time to the fact that I knew what he was trying to achieve.”

Blaine laughs because he can, he can find the funny side now and Kurt even finds the corners of his lips curling with him, his eyes are wide again, clouding with that emotion again, like a kid trying to hide his true feelings, happy or sad.

“Y-you like cars and stuff? You fixed them up?” And Blaine feels like he could bang his fists upon his chest with pride and happiness, he knows where this is going, he's found a way to maybe allow Kurt to open up, why had he never thought of this before.

“Well just that one, but yeah, I wished it were more, I think my skills are rather lacking now though.”  

Kurt nods perceptibly, he's truly weighing something up in his head right now, and Blaine waits, he waits and hopes. Kurt draws in a breath and flicks his gaze to the clock on the far wall.

“You feel like taking an early dinner? I think those drafts would get a better looking at over a plate of carbs hmm?”

Blaine's smile is like a thousand dollar photograph worthy at that moment.

*

Blaine has just taken a mouthful of wine and buttered a slice of thick sliced, warm fresh bread when Kurt says, “My dad has a tyre shop, back in Lima.”

They're waiting for their appetizers to arrive in a small restaurant not far from the condo, it's not their usual choice of eating establishment. It's nice, real nice, but normally Kurt picks somewhere large and busy and dazzling, with Five Michelin stars and a chef that has their own TV show, that sort of place.

This place is a hearty little Italian which probably only has room for about Eight tables in total, it's red brick walls are bear with fake vine leaves draped across and upwards and each table has a white tablecloth and a dark glass bottle stuffed with a tall skinny burning candle. The small windows are covered with dark velvet drapes and the lighting is muted, there's soft music playing quietly and each table is strategically placed so that there is enough space and privacy for a comfortable dining experience, there's something almost intimate about it.

The staff are friendly and most importantly non-intrusive, there only appears to be two of them anyway, an older stocky man and a younger guy who looks strikingly like him, both with dark hair and eyes and warm smiles. They take orders, check that drinks don't need refilled and then leave to fold napkins and polish cutlery and mostly disappear into the kitchen.

Their jackets are draped over the backs of their chairs and Kurt has even folded his shirt sleeves up his elbow, with Blaine shortly following his lead. It's something that Kurt rarely does whilst out in public, he is always one hundred and ten percent dressed impeccably and effortlessly so, but the early evening air is warm out and Kurt seems fairly relaxed tonight, there's nobody to impress, just Blaine, and that doesn't take much at all if he's honest, not when it comes to Kurt.

Blaine licks his dry lips, he doesn't know why but he has always endeavoured to be honest with Kurt, he feels that it's important.

“I know.” He answers quietly. Kurt takes a sip of wine and arches an eyebrow questionably, if it wasn't for the fact that his lips are pursed around the fine rim of the glass, Blaine knows that he would be sporting that half amused half slightly disgruntled smile. Blaine knows to continue.

“Honestly? I didn't know it when I first met you, when you hired me, but I learnt about it since,” He won't tell Kurt how, not yet. “It's pretty incredible, all that you've achieved Kurt.”

Kurt lowers his glass back to the table and fiddles with the placement of his butter knife on his bread plate. Blaine can see that Kurt's uncomfortable with the comment but not in an unpleasant or even an unwanted way, Blaine has never mentioned anything about Kurt's accomplishments before, this is new for them.

Kurt rests his palms flat over the table top and meets Blaine's warm steady gaze, he looks almost pleased, and not just pleased at the compliment, pleased at the fact that Blaine is humble, not flailing or mindless babbling, he's just being Blaine.

“Thank you.” He replies and Blaine smiles in return, tearing off a piece of bread and taking a small bite and chewing quietly, he swallows.

“You loved it then? Helping your dad, that was something you were interested in?” Kurt's shoulders ease back and his face visibly relaxes, he picks up the knife and the butter dish from Blaine's side of the table and starts spreading over a wedge of bread.

“Interested? Not really. Loved it? Yeah, I loved being there with my dad, and I was able to save up some pretty decent money.” Blaine smiles and steals the dish back from Kurt with a look of mischief which Kurt smirks at, he butters another slice and Kurt pours water from the jug into both of their spare tumblers.

It's so easy, so normal all of this, and Blaine feels brave, and knows that Kurt is feeling almost brave too. Blaine has signed an NDA, but Kurt doesn't have to tell Blaine anything, Kurt is sitting on the edge of choosing to trust Blaine, and Blaine's chest feels warm and tight.  

“Do-do you mind me asking about it? Your range, the-the Mechanic wear?” Kurt smiles and looks strangely easy and calm, though isn't this what he had been expecting, hasn't he not been setting up this whole scenario, to talk about it.

Kurt takes a long drawn out breath.

“I didn't fit in much at school, mostly kept myself to myself but I never became less than who I was, I was proud to be me. I had Glee club, which you know about, but I only just tolerated that, it was hardly a walk in the park for me either.”

He pauses to take a sip of water and Blaine chews quietly, eyes fixed on Kurt's face. “I didn't always get the songs that I wanted or the parts in the plays and musicals that I felt I could do, and that was mostly because of who I was, and I remember one day talking to my dad about it, and he- he said something like, I had to go and get what I wanted for myself, create my own roles and whatever.”

Blaine smiled and then it suddenly faltered. “You-you could talk to your dad about that stuff? Being different? Being Gay?”

“Yeah, it took a little bit of time for us to get to that stage, but he said he always knew, said he'd always love me no matter what-”

“That's amazing Kurt-”

“Yeah, he's- my dad's an amazing man.” Blaine doesn't know what to say, he wants Kurt to keep talking and doesn't want to deflect him with too many questions, Kurt seems to pick this up and continues willingly like he needs to move on quickly.

“I always made my own clothes and accessories, I'd put together outfits for all seasons and I'd come down to the shop wearing what I deemed to be ‘appropriate' wear for lugging around heavy, greasy car parts and my dad would just roll his eyes and get on with his work, though I knew he was always impressed.” Kurt smacked his lips a little smugly and Blaine grinned.

“One day a lady came into the shop to have her car tyres changed and commented nicely on my coveralls and gloves, basically to cut a long story short, she told me that she owned a small boutique in the area where she made and sold her own stuff, mostly bags and scarves, stuff like that, and she gave me some tips and pointers,” Kurt pauses for a drink and Blaine loves the way he's becoming a little more animated.

“So I spent the next few months throwing myself into experimenting with all of these different fabrics and stuff and in a week had made a full range, I guess it was residual stress and anger from school, even though at this point I'd gladly washed my hands of the place and I just needed something to deeply lose myself in. So I took all of these finished products to this ladies store to show her and she gave me some contact details, took a few snaps of my handiwork and…bam…I took a call one night and…here we are, not exactly writing my own stage role but…” 

“That's so great Kurt, wow, so you didn't go to College?”

“I wanted to, but…life gets in the way I suppose-”

“Life gets in the way of life?”

“Yeah…I guess it does…somehow.”

Kurt looks down at the table wistfully, his hands are braced down on the white table cloth and if Blaine flexed his fingers just a fraction outwards past his side dish, their hands would be brushing.

He considers this, deeply until Kurt's head snaps up, his jaw is set and shoulders squared, his eyes hardened, gray under the dim candle light and Blaine knows he's back, the other Kurt.

“Anyway look where I am now, no College or anything needed huh… I showed them.” Blaine blinks and before he can open his mouth to say something the waiter appears with their first course.

The remainder of their time at the restaurant is back to strictly business terms, they talk about a possible new office space opening upstate whilst they finish their appetizers, and whilst waiting for their main courses to arrive they make sure their schedules for the week are in sync.

It's a little on the awkward on side for a short while and Blaine hates that it is, but he perseveres and remains as his usual resilient, buoyant self, nodding and humming along proficiently to everything that Kurt mutters to him from across their little table.

By the time that they finish their main meals, the dishes have been cleared and the bottle of wine is upturned in the ice bucket to signal that it is empty, Kurt is tapping something out on his phone, his brow furrowed and feet tapping lightly under the table. Blaine can feel the vibrations on the floorboards under his feet and along the base of the table and has the unknowing urge to rub the side of his shoe up against Kurt's to calm the movement. He probably would have it wasn't for the fact that Kurt would be less than pleased with any resulting scuff marks on his Giorgio Armani Balmorals, that and the fact that's it highly inappropriate.

But this is the thing though, the thing that Blaine can't stop contemplating, and now when Kurt is frowning down at his small screen, his features schooled into harsh definitions and slight wrinkles creasing his forehead and his strong shoulders bunching causing the thin stretch of his shirt to pull deliciously, still impossibly gorgeous, Blaine is starting to forgo the line between appropriate and not so much with Kurt, he's starting to dangerously though intentionally choose to ignore it.

And even then, when has anything ever between them from the interview to now, been seen as completely and wholly appropriate? Blaine finds it hard to believe that most job interviews go down the same way theirs did, but still Blaine said yes regardless, he agreed to Kurt's T&C's and is still so, so very glad that he did, he still can't find reason to care.

Blaine lightly runs his finger along the edge of his water glass as he watches Kurt who peeks up when he feels Blaine's eyes on him, and there's a moment, a moment of uncaring that he's been caught, a moment of Kurt actually allowing himself to stare back, deep cerulean into deep hazel, bright and earnest over the top of the lone, slow burning flame.   

Kurt licks his lips and Blaine swallows hard, and then with oh so perfect fucking timing, their waiter arrives obliviously with one dish and two forks held out before them politely. Blaine arches an eyebrow and Kurt clears his throat, “I um, I took the liberty, when you went to the restroom before, you'll like it, I promise”

Kurt has never made Blaine a promise before and no matter little or large the reason, something stirs in Blaine's stomach, he wants Kurt to say more things like that to him. Blaine knows that he will trust Kurt, now and later and later still, he will value Kurt's promises. 

The waiter smiles at the exchange as he places the small white square plate down on the centre of the table between the two and lifts the empty bottle from the bucket of water and melting ice, “Another, sirs?”

“No thank you, what we have left should suffice.” There is still some wine left in their glasses and they have a little water left in the jug. The waiter politely nods and leaves and Kurt picks up his fork but nudges the plate an incher closer to Blaine first who is grinning bashfully back at him.

“I thought one each may be a little too much, but this amount to share would be perfect.” Yes, Blaine thinks immediately, this is perfect.

He picks up his fork and cuts into the desert, slicing a small divide at the corner when he realizes Kurt is waiting for him to start. It's a large wedge of cheesecake, white and creamy on the top with drizzles of what looks to be both chocolate and syrup all along the centre. The biscuit base crumbles under the tines of the fork and there's a dab of cream neatly shaped to the side.

Kurt waits until Blaine has closed his lips around the first bite and literally looks like he's tasting heaven on his tongue, he then digs in too.

“This is my most favourite kind in the whole of the city, sometimes I come here just for this alone.” He swallows and licks his lips, and Blaine's eyes bulge and simmer slightly, reflecting from the flame like embers. “I have even shamelessly sent my driver for takeout orders of this more times than I care to think about, sometimes a man just need his carbs, you know.”

He allows himself a short deep chuckle and Blaine's face alights as he watches Kurt's face soften and smooth out.

“A man after my own heart.” The words though quiet and playful slip out before Blaine even has the chance to even realize it. Kurt's eyes lift to his, a momentary pause in his chewing, there's the tiniest dabble of cream just to the corner of Kurt's lip and god only knows how much Blaine wants to help wipe it away.

He's saved from his self and his unforgiving thoughts when Kurt dabs a napkin over his mouth, takes a sip from his wine glass and then with slightly flushed cheeks as if by way of distraction says, “Um C-Carole has, I-I asked her to try and create this right down to the toppings, and even though she has some beautiful signature dishes, this is all I ever expect her to make now.”

Blaine stabs another piece onto his fork with a laugh, trailing it through the cream and making sure to pick up some of the sticky drizzle. He's still smiling as his eyes shift and he thinks about what he wants to say in reply to kurt, he knows the consequences of this but Kurt's mood seems to have lifted a little, he'll never know until he tries and he wants to try with Kurt, he wants to know.

“Does she make you them often, do you visit back home in Lima much?” Kurt lifts his gaze from the plate but doesn't meet Blaine's eyes. He completely ignores the first part of the question, aiming straight for the second part no matter how much Blaine tried to sugar coat it.

“My home is here in Manhattan. Carole comes to visit me here…sometimes.” Oh, he decides to push, he may not get another opportunity.

“A-and your dad-”

“And my dad stays back in Lima, working in his garage.”

And there it is, within barely two full questions Blaine has learnt what appears to be a crack in the very foundations of Kurt's demeanour, and his chest thuds with the pain that he sees flash across Kurt's face before it disappears again within milliseconds.

“Not ‘most' families are close.” Kurt finally adds, his words quiet and rough and dismissive, he signals for the waiter to bring them their cheque, and that is that.

Blaine doesn't know anything, anything at all to do with Kurt's dad or home life (his Lima home life), but he already gets it, he already understands.

He may have just catapulted Kurt back into one of his moods for the rest of the evening, but he can deal with that, he is actually starting to get somewhere with Kurt now and that's what matters to him.

Yes it's only been a couple of months of knowing each other, but it's been almost Nine weeks of living and working under the same roof during more waking hours of the day than sleeping, and that is enough time to feel that connection with somebody, enough time to feel that pull to want to help and to be in, Blaine just wants Kurt to let him in.

And deep down beneath it all, Blaine is starting to feel that with every misplaced comment and question, every lingering look or touch of hands and fingers, Kurt is slowing getting there, Kurt is starting to let him in.