This is a lot to take in. Kurt is opening up to him about really, really personal things. His heart sinks in sympathy upon hearing more about his daughter, the idea of family that should be his but being just out of his reach resonating deeply with him. Where he hesitates is the acceptance.

Fern tries to draw in a deep breath, and when he can't, curls his arms around himself. "I don't think I can do that," he says slowly. Kurt opened up to him, he deserves the same in return. "Back home I couldn't. I... tried taking over Finn's life. I trapped him in this dungeon, and I - ...." He falters, unsure of how to keep on explaining things. Maybe he doesn't need to? Maybe showing him is easier.

Fern raises one hand. His grass twitches, before it shifts, the green colour fading into a perfect mimic of a human's skin tone. In fact, his whole hand adjusts itself just enough so it doesn't look as if it's made of grass, it looks like a legitimate human hand. It only lasts a couple of seconds, before his grass ripples and returns to its usual appearance.

He drops his hand, looking away, his voice getting shaky. He can't believe he's saying this, Kurt is going to be so disappointed in him. "But he got out. When I realized it wasn't going to work, I tried to kill him."