"If you're anything like me you're always thinking at least one boner-y thought," he snickers.

"Hey, I'm just playing to my strengths," he says.

This explanation offers precious little more than he'd already gleaned and Quentin sits up enough to take Kyle's face in his hands and look him in the eye. "Nope. That's not something. I need you to know that that is not something. At least not anywhere except where you're from. Which is fucking bonkers really, so please explain it to me like I'm five so I can tell you how completely ridiculous your whole dimension is."