Kyle listened, and his eyes widened several times. It's pretty apparent that Quire had glossed over his past a little bit.

Okay, a lot.

"Your school sounded kinda totally shit to start with," he muttered, folding his arms across his chest. But then he sighed.

"He's nice to me," he said, hating how pathetic a defense that was. And it wasn't entirely true, either. "Sorta. Okay, not NICE, but... anyway he's not below my level, don't say that, that's awful. He said you guys would act like this, you know."

He listened intently to David, and by the end he was shaking his head. "No, no, I meant... not fuck WITH. I meant, uh. You know." He was blushing again.

"And I remember you explaining how they messed you up. Which seems like further proof of you guys having really shitty teachers, honestly."