"That is exactly what happened! That's what always happens! You get no where doing what you're told. You just teach them you're desperate for their bullshit approval!"

When Kyle grabs him that flame that surrounds Quentin swallows Kyle up too. it hits like a livewire. Striking with a palpable shock of frustration and disappointment. The unease of cognitive dissonance. But mostly a sense of betrayal. Alongside images of course. Mostly of a scrawny, young boy dressed like he's already familiar with ivy league academies in his argyle sweater vest and a tidy haircut. He poses dispassionately with a litany of medals. Diplomas. Certificates. Commendations. His parents bicker. He sits alone in Xavier's office looking at luggage he didn't pack. He does a classmates homework. He introduces himself to someone for fifth time. He explodes and every image in the collection incinerates like a bucket of Polaroids set aflame.

"Kyle!" he barks, but it's fearful not irritated. The energy that enveloped him snuffs out instantly as he reaches out for Kyle.