Quebec nodded, his face lighting up. "He's my brother," he said, repeating the words again to get the feel of them in his mouth. They sounded right, and he repeated them once more, feeling a conviction deep inside him. "He's my twin!"

He smiled at Kilo, nuzzling him in return. "And you're Peter," he breathed softly, his lips brushing over Kilo's -- Peter's -- cheek. "I love you."

He would've done more if they hadn't been in the elevator, and luckily the doors slid open, preventing him from changing his mind.

"I know where he is," Quebec said, nodding firmly.