The sound Kyle makes when he heaves in a breath between his cackling is disconcerting, but he supposes as long as he's able to speak he's probably not actually choking. He's pretty sure that's how that works.

"What?" Quentin's face twists in his confusion. "Who cried? Took who back?" he slings an arm around Kyle when he thinks the man might actually fall over. "What the hell did these fucking clowns do to you?"

"Kyle!" he shakes him at the shoulders. "Your fucking lips are turning blue! Pull it together man nothing a clown has ever said is this funny."