[ Quentin can't help it. It takes his chin lovingly tweaked and he's laughing again, pleased, and he immediately moves over to wrap the other in a hug. Sure, they barely know each other, but that doesn't mean he can't be happy. ]

I've found the perfect way to not be noticed. No one asks me for anything, no one's after me--so, uh, basically, I'm left alone. Just me and my books.