"I don't need to read them. You talk through them most of the time, anyway."

Quentin laughs a little, smiling fondly at Koby even as he swims away from him, eyes watching the rise and fall of his face. It feels like something is going unspoken between them - not quite tension, but he's not seen Koby's cheeks flush this red in some time. Maybe it's the heat of the pool, the noise of the party.

But the reasoning for the notes makes him frown a little, makes him sober up from the energetic and happy-go-lucky demeanor. It's hard to put on a kind face when it's clear something has unsettled the other man. He swims back over to him, reaching for him in the water.

"You spend all day worrying about that and you'll never enjoy yourself," he says quietly, looking into Koby's face and trying to read what's hidden beneath it. "You won't need your notes because I'll find you, drag you out of whatever it is, remember?"

It's hopeful, optimistic, and unrealistic, really. He knows better, knows that it may be impossible, but he likes to believe it and say it out loud. Likes the idea of putting it into the universe. He touches his forehead to Koby's.

"Take all the notes you like."