It's the best and quickest kind of privacy he can afford them in this very public place, but he has no qualms about doing it. Least of all for Kyle who kisses him back like Quentin could only hope he would.

It's probably stupid, he thinks. Trading I love you's with someone when you're both stuck in a place that could disappear around you tomorrow. But Quentin Quire cannot be accused of half measures. He throws himself into things lock, stock and barrel. And when he does fall, he falls hard.

His feet flatten out again he smiles up at Kyle while ambient passersby still locked in place. "You're so stupid cute," he snorts. "C'mon. Let's evict everyone from the bedroom displays at Crate and Barrel."