"You nearly killed YOURSELF you fucking idiot!" Kyle yells. In the same breath he pulls Quentin to him, hugging him and feeling for wounds. But he holds him at arm's length the very next moment, scowling.

"Dude," he says seriously. "There was nobody here. You were screaming at the air when I came in. I thought you were having a psychotic episode. When you saw me you started yelling at me instead. I tried to talk you down, but..."

Kyle exhales shakily. "It didn't work. Dude, I'm so sorry. You're really okay, right?"