Kyle nods, smiling through his blush as Quentin sits up. "Yeah. They devised a test - it was this like, naked photo and you were supposed to be able to tell what colour this woman's handkerchief was, but I didn't notice the fucking handkerchief. So I got sent to this sex addiction counseling thing. David Duchovny was there."

He rests his hands on Quentin's thighs. "Yeah. Objectively I know that. And like... Even personally, I do know, because you've SEEN inside my head. You've already seen some of my most embarrassing moments, and you already know about some of my weird sex things. I guess it's just scary to let somebody know everything."