"Shhh, it's ok. I know you would fight us. But you'd probably feel bad about it. Because you're a soft boi. Even if you've got a hard bod. The two exhibit no correlation," he says.

"And THAT'S why you're a soft boi," he beams at Kyle and plants a lingering smooch on his cheek.

"When," he says, as Quentin strikes a practiced cool face and briefly dons some pink glasses that obscure his eyes. For the gram.