Kyle, suspecting that maaaaaaybe his boyfriend might be just the tiniest bit jealous, pulls himself out of Roxy's grasp. He moves to Quentin and leans down to kiss his cheek. "I think that sounds nice," he says. "I trust you, Q."

He smiles at Roxy. "Don't you think? You could get a trim too if you need it. Hey, did you know Quentin's hair is naturally pink?" Sort of, anyway.