Kamal folded his arms and watched as Quinn proceeded to prove him right. He looked about ready to collapse; whatever he'd been through out there must have really taken it out of him. After listening to Quinn lie to his face for a minute or two, Kamal walked over and gave him a look that simply would not take no for an answer. Everyone who knew Kamal knew that look; the one that indicated pure, bullheaded stubbornness had taken over. He didn't have to say anything, the message was clear enough. Quinn was either going to walk home with Kamal, or Kamal was going to forcibly drag him there. It was his choice, but there weren't going to be any other options.