[ Ah. Ah. His eyes dip, lips press flat. Just because he's a little more forward now doesn't make him any more cruel. He knows the humiliating oddity of admitting what a shithole you might have come from, the pity and wariness it invites--and he isn't wearing his past on his face. 

[ Mouth tucked carefully next to Eddie's shoulder, Quentin looks up to him serious, quiet.  ]

That's okay. Most of us have had to go through some kind of hell before getting here. No one's expecting you to show up with some kind of...portfolio. Even, uh. A portfolio of... 

[ His gaze casts around wide: the kink of it all, the public lewdness, the education happening all around them. ] 

...we're all learning, I mean.