[Quentin looked away, half to hide a slight blush, and crossed his arms over his chest.] I didn't say you could talk to me whenever for no real reason. I said if you needed to, you can get a hold of me that way. I'm not a therapist. And I'm not a shoulder to cry on. [At this point, he's being difficult simply to be difficult.

Kurt's question shook him out of his sudden sourness and he turned to look at the mutant, eyes wide, before glancing around.] Here?

[It wasn't that someone might see them, it was that everyone had the potential to see them. He really wasn't sure how he felt about that.] Wait.... Roof? [Kurt could teleport them there easily and they'd have a bit more privacy at least.]