"Nah," Quentin says. Always quick to defend him. Even from himself. "It's naive to not know life is unfair. It's totally justified to be fucking pissed about it."

He narrows his eyes at Kyle and sticks out his tongue. At least until he remembers he was legitimately being remorseful. "I uh... over threw the luxury men's ware department and laid waste to some of those zombie shoppers. Just before me and that French Canadian came to get you out of there."