darker_london | Living Arrangements (Quinn/Flynn)

In Flynn's usual manner of doing things without preamble, he entered his room with his arms full of boxes and he dumped them all onto Quinn's bed. Quinn, who was in his bed and wondering why exactly he was having boxes dumped on him, shifted a little and then he peered over the top of them to give his boyfriend an questioning look. "You having a yard sale or something, Bub?" He asked, looking slightly amused.

"It's yours." Flynn said, pointing at the boxes without offering further information.

"It's my...what?" Quinn reached for one of the boxes, having to fumble for it a little as his depth perception was still incredibly off. When he pulled the box towards him, he noticed that it had been labelled in Flynn's precise scrawl. This one...as well as several of the others, read Quinn's Books. "It's a good thing you're strong..." Quinn mused.

"There's more." Flynn stood then, ready to leave and retrieve the rest of Quinn's things.

"Mal, wait. What are you doing?"

"Getting your stuff." Flynn explained, as if he had thought that was obvious. "I figured you'd want it. We can take out the extra bed." Flynn pointed to his bed which was now superfluous as he had moved into Quinn's bed the second he could. "We'll put in a desk when there's extra room. And I don't have many clothes so there's lots of room in the closet. I can buy you a bookcase for your books-"

Quinn reached out and he touched Flynn's arm softly to try and stop Flynn's explanation and as did seem like it was going to go on for a while. When Flynn stopped talking, Quinn spoke up. "Mal, you want me to stay here with you?"

Flynn blinked and then he looked instantly crestfallen and embarrassed. "Oh. Oh, I...I just..I'm sorry. I'll take them back." Flynn stepped towards the boxes and Quinn had to do a rather impressive manouver, half-way leaping over them to stop Flynn from picking them up.

"Mal, no! I-I didn't mean I don't want to!" Quinn smiled then, hoping that his point here was getting across. "I didn't realise you would want that, Bub. Now that you don't have to take care of me, I assumed you'd want your space back. You know...you haven't had a place that was yours for so long, and when you finally got one, I invaded it without meaning to..."

Flynn shook his head firmly, but he moved back to sit on the mattress beside Quinn. "It doesn't feel like home unless you're here. And Spectre, Abby, Stuart and Thomas don't mind. I asked Mara too. They all like it. I guess...the only person I didn't ask is you and that's just because I assumed...I'm sorry."

"Bub...I'm honoured that you want me to stay here. I want to stay here." Quinn reached up to brush his fingers across Flynn's cheek and he only missed a little. "I was just preparing myself for leaving, you know? We only got six months together and then my brain was broken. And for two of those months you were touring. So I just...I wasn't going to assume you were ready to give up your space yet."

Flynn smiled and he kissed Quinn's cheek. "Luckily, I never required much space. And I always liked my space better when you were in it. And we had more than six months."

"Yes, but that was a long time ago..." Quinn bit his lip. "And then you were with Tristan..."

"Oh." Flynn nodded, understanding. He had been with Tristan while Quinn was unable to be with him. "I get it. I want to start over."

"Huh?" Quinn blinked, not realising Flynn meant 'this conversation' and not 'our relationship'.

"Hey, Quinn, want to move in to this house and share a room with me?!" Flynn asked, his grin suddenly becoming wide and excited.

Quinn giggled and he covered his stomach with one hand. "Hey, Mal, I'd love to."

"Well looky here, some sexy fellow has already brought your things up from the cellar! Wasn't that lovely of him. You should give him a tip!"

Quinn laughed again and he leaned in to plant a kiss on Flynn's cheek. "Thank you, Mal."

"You're welcome." Flynn gave Quinn a warm smile and he crawled up so he could curl up at Quinn's side. "I had to clean out your room. It was horrible." Flynn knew Quinn would understand he meant the act itself was horrible and not the room.

"I can't imagine." Quinn said quietly, wrapping his arms around Flynn. He honestly couldn't. Imagining doing the same if Flynn had been in his place and he in Flynn's was absolutely heart wrenching. "You kept everything."

"I couldn't give it away." Flynn admitted. "It was a part of you. I just couldn't. Good thing too!"

"Indeed it is." Quinn agreed. "Mal?"

"Hmm?" Flynn asked, spreading his limber, guitar-playing fingers across Quinn's chest.

"Tell me more about your plans for the room?"

Flynn grinned and he did just that.