"Kyle. Babe. My softhearted little Marxist," he coos. "You have to know that's a you thing right? Or at least a thing in your weird little dimension. There's no... Jersey Germs or whatever for most people from Jersey," he promises petting his parter's hair.

If there's a way to take Quentin from irritated to adoring, it's this. Kyle's unexpected effort at sharing positively warms Quentin's heart and so does that song when he brushes away the ambient thoughts to hear that tune and that voice alone. Soon enough he's giggling along with Kyle.

"You are clingy," he snickers but before Kyle has time to get neurotic about it Quentin grabs his face and kisses like he's trying to perform CPR. "I had no idea how much I'd be into that, but I am very into it," he says grinning his dopey grin and kissing Kyle again.