Kyle, he's quickly come to learn, makes him feel a lot of things. Including conflicted. It's more than even the brain he likes to boast about can handle to try and wrangle a litany of thoughts that contradict each other about this man and this conversation. It makes his skin crawl to be subject to something so saccharine. So why does he want more of that? It makes him furious to even entertain the notion that there's anything to talk about. So why does Kyle make him want to spill his guts?

"I'm a dick? I'm a dick??" he pecks Kyle's lips between incredulous outbursts and rolls them over so he's planted on top of Kyle where he can monologue. "You're the one who's like; 'hey, Quentin! You know that gnawing feeling in your stomach you get when someone's being like Hallmark channel sweet? Like you half think it's a prank and half wanna cry about? Well, I'm going to sit there and make you take it, because I'm adorable, and obnoxious, and I don't even have to have brain powers to clock you for the lonely little weirdo you are!'" Maybe a little dramatic, but point made. And however intense his little speech might seem the energy in his eyes is bright and his smile antagonistic, because who else can he yell at while making out with?