They'd agreed to kiss for science a while ago, but hadn't yet. For Quentin, it was mostly to prove that amortenia had fucked with his head and that's why he'd been such a soft little bitch. Sure, Carolina had soft lips and skin and hair, but this had nothing to do with any of that. These soft, touchy feely bullshit emotions were bullshit emotions his bullshit classmates felt - not Quentin, not Youngbloods. So he just needed to prove that to himself by kissing Carolina again, but less like a little bitch and more like a - he wasn't really sure, he hadn't got that far yet, but the more like was a lot less important than the less like, really.

Quentin does not give Carolina a small smile back because that's dumb. Instead, he nods thoughtfully, as if he's got a lot of thoughts going on, which he doesn't. Her cheeks look rosy like a Disney princess.

No. That's dumb. Walt Disney was a racist capitalist who butchered the fuck out of honest, good fairy tales for profit. Fairy tales with a message and no rosy cheeked princesses that had pretty blonde hair. God. Damnit.

"Cool, same," he says and sounds very put together about it. "Nice weather," he adds.