No. God, no, he would've beat the shit outta me. [ Even if he felt the same. Maybe especially if he felt the same. Quentin's brow furrows deep. ] Besides, he had this girl that he was into...I had this girl I was into, too.

[ Shaking his head, he pulls the bottle towards himself abruptly, still frowning as he goes for a deep drink. ] Anyway, they were all killed. Like a year later. I'm glad we were still friends until then.