"Well, you're not a bear" he counters. Like that's the argument they're having here.
"I mean it. You'd be the best dad. You'll be one of those dads who kids' legitimately aren't afraid to talk to you about anything to the point it weirds out all their friends with emotionally constipated fathers." His smile is still just a tinge sad. Which might not be so noticeable on anyone who's default state of contentment isn't merely several shades of mischievous. But he does seem sincerely understanding. Oblivious to those telltale little details, but understanding.
When that peaceful heartache is so rudely interrupted, Quentin's brow furrows at the sound. "Seriously? What kind of a total d-bag rolls up in suburbia with a V10? Oh my God, Kyle! That better be the neighbour!"
When the little girl confirms the worst, Quentin turns his mortified look on His Kyle. He digs in his heels to fight off Kyle's desperate attempt at keeping him from seeing what terrible choice the future holds for an otherwise well-aged version of his boyfriend. "What!? No! Kyle! I need this! If I'm not gonna be there to see it you have to at least—"
And Quentin Quire's brain malfunctions for a good long moment.
Any trace of that loneliness this sight initially inspired dissolves into dumbstruck disbelief.
"Oh. My. God. I can't believe. You get that beard. And I'm not even any taller."
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"I mean it. You'd be the best dad. You'll be one of those dads who kids' legitimately aren't afraid to talk to you about anything to the point it weirds out all their friends with emotionally constipated fathers." His smile is still just a tinge sad. Which might not be so noticeable on anyone who's default state of contentment isn't merely several shades of mischievous. But he does seem sincerely understanding. Oblivious to those telltale little details, but understanding.
When that peaceful heartache is so rudely interrupted, Quentin's brow furrows at the sound. "Seriously? What kind of a total d-bag rolls up in suburbia with a V10? Oh my God, Kyle! That better be the neighbour!"
When the little girl confirms the worst, Quentin turns his mortified look on His Kyle. He digs in his heels to fight off Kyle's desperate attempt at keeping him from seeing what terrible choice the future holds for an otherwise well-aged version of his boyfriend. "What!? No! Kyle! I need this! If I'm not gonna be there to see it you have to at least—"
And Quentin Quire's brain malfunctions for a good long moment.
Any trace of that loneliness this sight initially inspired dissolves into dumbstruck disbelief.
"Oh. My. God. I can't believe. You get that beard. And I'm not even any taller."