Shamelessly making out with Kyle is cathartic in a way Quentin didn't expect to find here. It does more for his temper than the aura of this calming island which, while it has taken the edge of his wrathfulness, has not slowed his mind down at all.

When Kyle keels over with his back on the ground Quentin follows. Slinging his leg over Kyle's hips to perch himself on his partner's thighs and hunker over to kiss him all the more.

"I can't believe you didn't get any second dates. You're a good kisser," he smiles.