Quentin's fairly lucky in that at least it's mostly just Roxy that Kyle gushes to about how perfect his boyfriend is.

Kyle folds his hands on Quentin's chest and rests his chin on them. "Really?" His own cheeks are likewise pink. "I guess everything REALLY pervy I've mostly said to you in our minds, huh?" He shifts his body and presses against Quentin more deliberately.

"...you weren't kidding."