[Once the door is locked and the phones are turned off and Koby's cried and cried and made himself sick from crying and he's tucked up with his face in the crook of Quentin's neck and he can finally breathe easily again:] Hey. I gotta tell you something.

[A beat, playing with the ragged threads of Quentin’s sweatshirt collar.] I know you don't need it, but -- thank you. For staying with me all day. Even when I was a mess.