All it takes is that reciprocation from Kyle to let Quentin put his guard down and cuddle him shamelessly. Shouldering his way in against Kyle's body where he can kiss his face or his shoulder, or drag his fingers across his chest. He's a bit like a cat in many ways, fickle, temperamental, demanding, and prone to bouts of neediness.

"Well, you are. You're not just like good enough at regular sex that anyone would be lucky to have you for their first time, but you're also like. Super chill about all the telepathy stuff. Which is just like—" he performs a dramatic little chef's kiss.

Quentin lets his head fall to the pillow as he listens to Kyle and strokes his cheek softly. "What do you feel like other people aren't seeing?" he asks, knowing Kyle might not have an answer for that but it's still the kind of thing he wants to hear Kyle talk about.