darker_london | Hope (Flynn/Quinn)

Flynn slept.

Flynn slept for hours after reaching Deirdre's holiday house in Dublin. After the concert they had travelled and they had a day off before the concert in Dublin which was perfect because by the time Flynn had actually gone to sleep he might actually have ended up falling asleep on stage anyway.

When he woke up, he had been asleep for fourteen hours. He woke to the smell of pancakes wafting towards him, and his hungry belly refused to let him drift off again. It growled demandingly, and only then did Flynn open his eyes.

Quinn was smiling at him from a chair a few inches away. "I made you some breakfast, Bub. Er...or some lunch." Quinn glanced at the clock and then nodded. Lunch.

"Mmm, you win all the points." Flynn gave Quinn a lazy smile. "When did you get up?"

"A few hours ago. I was going to stay with you, but I was hungry. And I figured you might be too. Here." Quinn handed Flynn the plate as he sat up. "With strawberries and ice cream and whip cream and maple syrup so that it's got enough sugar contained therein to fuel a small town for months, or your tiny, little self for half a day."

"Sugar pancakes!" Flynn grinned widely and he rubbed his sleepy eyes before accepting the plate. He took a huge, hungry bite and he smiled at Quinn as he chewed. "Oh...Bub..."

"Are you about to have a pancakegasm?" The look on Quinn's face was dubious. "Because I can leave you alone with them if you want."

"Don't go." Flynn's reaction was so sudden, it surprised Quinn and he gave a tiny squeak.

"I'm...I'm not, Bub. I'll stay."

Flynn hung his head, but he continued to eat. Especially now... "I hate it here. I hate this city. I..."

"I know." Quinn reached out and he ran his fingers through Flynn's hair. He had been here for far less time, but he had suffered four months of the streets of Dublin. He knew. And that was without the unfortunate incidents that had occurred a few months ago with the PIRA. "When you're up we can go make new memories, hmm? Happy ones. Deirdre is off visiting her family, and everyone else is busy doing their own thing. You and I are going to do have a good time and when we think of Dublin from now on, we'll think of today."

"And pancakes?" Flynn asked in a small voice. Pancakes already reminded him of Dublin, but they reminded him of hope when he had none, and charity when he needed it. Now they could mean something else too. They could mean he had a boyfriend who loved him and cared for him and he would never be so wanting again.

"And pancakes. And maybe a cake. And OH! Illicit liasons. I forgot that one."

Flynn laughed then, and he gave Quinn an overtly fond look. "Those are all good things. You're on, Quinn. Let's make good memories."