"He will not," Kyle says, shoving Quentin before reeling him right back in with a hug.

"Heh, no, sorry. To me he'll always be my baby brother, even if I can't punt him through a window anymore." Kyle, no. "Mm, yeah." He himself knows logically that the chances of Quentin ever meeting them are slim to none, but he can't help but imagine just a little. It's the optimist in him. Still, dwelling too long will only hurt.

"So. You wanna show me this rowing game? Or try to make out before Roxy shows up and totally cockblocks me?"