That pulls another shrill little giggle out of him, which graduates into a full fledged cackle that startles some of the possums trundling around. "Oh my GOD, you are kinda twinky!" he cries. "Jesus, I didn't even THINK that, but yeah, I can see it I guess."

Oh, shit. That's a good smile.

"I don't think I am, either," he says. "I don't really know, though. I, uh. Don't usually get a second date. And never a third. So." He shifts a little closer, studying Quentin's face.

"Can I kiss you again?"