If the idea of Kyle leaving his first and second sexual experiences feeling a little let down wasn't enough to play upon Quentin's heart strings he has to go and make it sappier. "mmmhhh!" he mumbles with his mouthful. you can't just say that! his voice in their heads rings out and then so does Quentin's actual voice.

"You can't just say that!" he repeats, sitting upright just to climb back up Kyle's prone body and kiss him on the mouth. "God you're so stupid sappy and sickeningly sweet I swear I could just—" whatever violence he was envisioning finds frustrating satisfaction in a force, hungry kiss instead.

"You're so fucking cute it makes me furious," he says through gritted teeth.