"I'm still not clear.. You accidentally ate some funky face cream, got shrunk, and you can't wait at home for your dad because Finn.. isn't comfortable being around you this way?" Artie parked his wheelchair under the stairs at school, mumbling into his hands, where Kurt was cradled.
"Something like that. I mean, he- he was worried he might step on me." Kurt remembered Finn's truck-sized sole wagging over him days before and shuddered. "Thanks for, ah, holding onto me."
"No problem!" Artie smiled as he made a U-turn to head to class. He tousled Kurt's hair with the tip of his finger, giggling fondly. "It's kinda nice being in charge of another person. You're like my own little pocket pet."