Quentin furrows his brow and glances awkwardly around them. Of course they have to be in the middle of the mall for this. He shuffles his feet a little and ends up a bit closer to Kyle, which maybe does something for his discomfort. At least he can lower his voice from here.

Tentatively his fingers stroke the back of Kyle's hand as his touch worms its way into Kyle's palm. "Do we have to?"