[Seeing Kurt's hand move to the marks, the marks he'd left, Quentin once again swallowed thickly.

Arms still crossed over his chest, he slowed by one of the large old trees on the property, leaning casually against the trunk. Or at least he was trying to look casual.]

Well, what do you want me to do about it? It happened. We can't change that now. [Finally showing the anxiety he was feeling, he dragged his hand through his hair.] I don't... know... what you want from me.

[So much for keeping his cool.]