Kyle very nearly laughs because that whining is so quintessentially Quentin. He doesn't - he just smiles a little - and he certainly doesn't move away.

He's happy to keep kissing. Kyle can talk for hours, but he's been learning that sometimes actions really do mean more and he feels instinctively that what Quentin needs is some sort of proof of affection.

He guffaws. "You're such a dick," Kyle says fondly.

"We don't have to talk abput it. But if you WANT to, I'll listen."