Ironically Kyle would probably call himself a dog person.

He beams to be told that he was a good first time. He's never been anyone's first that he's aware of, and he wanted so badly for it to be a pleasant memory for Quentin. Also, Kyle just likes to be good at things.

"I like the telepathy stuff," he says, cheeks pink. "It's comfortable."

Kyle, arm draped over Quentin's waist, shrugs lightly. He can't stop looking at his eyes.

"That I get hurt, same as everyone. I dunno. Maybe it's because I get mad or try to fix things, or because I try not to ask for emotional support, but I have always felt a bit like people see me just as someone who'll help. Which I will. But a lot of people don't really seem to think, hey, maybe Kyle isn't okay."

He smiles. "And you like to talk to me. That's pretty great."