Quentin blushes deeply and pretends like he's not when a couple of strangers give them a passing glance. Probably as much because they're holding hands as they're standing in the middle of this hallway looking like one of them might take a knee any minute.

When the temptation to ask one of them what the hell they're looking at seems overwhelming he rolls his eyes and a bright, translucent wave of pink peels off of him, Pulsing out into the crowd around them and bringing everything in the vicinity to a halt.

With the whole of the mall on pause around them in a living tableau, Quentin miles at this moment of privacy and takes Kyle's face between his hands as he leans up on his toes to kiss him. "I love you too. Dude," he smiles.