He can taste the dissatisfaction Kyle feels in hearing that, even if Quentin does believe it. It's hard not to think Kyle was hoping he possessed more altruistic beliefs.

"That is my metric," he mumbles a little. "If you're asking what I think. That's what I think. If you're asking what I feel. Then... sure. That's different. What I think and what I feel aren't always the same thing. But how can anyone trust the thing that's categorically less objective." The boy who lives in his head is not quick to give his feelings any credence. But he can find them. If he shuts up for a minute.

He wraps his arm around Kyle and lets the rest of his weight go slack, dragging them back down into the ball pit. "You better," he mumbles into the crook of Kyle's neck. "It's the same with you. I know I don't deserve you. I just know I need you. And everyone is waiting to tell me what I akshully need."