"So what DO you think you deserved, Q?" There's no malice or even frustration in the question.

Kyle manages to get even closer, pressing his face into Quentin's neck. "You're trying to keep an eye on me, huh?" he asks, smiling against Quentin's warm skin. "I don't mind that. I wanna keep an eye on you too, 'cause I worry."

He sighs and brings both hands up to cup Quentin's face. "I love you so, SO much, dude."