Understanding (Flynn, Quinn)

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Quinn was awake.

He wasn't aware and he never would be again. But he was awake. His brain was functioning just enough so that he was sort of like a very large infant. He wouldn't remember anything from his life up to now, but he might get to the point where he would recognise people, just as babies do. He wouldn't speak again, but he might make sounds in an attempt to communicate. He wouldn't really be able to move more than his head. His fall onto the stairs had broken his back, paralysing him from the legs downwards, but that was hardly an issue as all of the messages his brain might fire to tell him to move had gone mostly dormant anyway. Which was probably for the best anyway, as that meant he wouldn't feel the pain he was in, as it was probably quite impressive... His arms might spasm and he might be able to make sporadic movements with them in time, but they wouldn't ever serve a purpose. He had no reasoning power. He would never be able to feed himself or care for himself ever again.

Quinn had been reduced to his most basic instincts. But, just as a baby does, he understood comfort and fear. He didn't know who the person was who continued to touch him and speak to him in a loving way. He didn't know what the words meant. It didn't matter because somewhere inside, it soothed him. And as he watched Flynn with a gaping look, Flynn watched him right back, and there was an understanding between them. Even at the most basic level.

Understanding (Flynn, Quinn)

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Quinn was awake.

He wasn't aware and he never would be again. But he was awake. His brain was functioning just enough so that he was sort of like a very large infant. He wouldn't remember anything from his life up to now, but he might get to the point where he would recognise people, just as babies do. He wouldn't speak again, but he might make sounds in an attempt to communicate. He wouldn't really be able to move more than his head. His fall onto the stairs had broken his back, paralysing him from the legs downwards, but that was hardly an issue as all of the messages his brain might fire to tell him to move had gone mostly dormant anyway. Which was probably for the best anyway, as that meant he wouldn't feel the pain he was in, as it was probably quite impressive... His arms might spasm and he might be able to make sporadic movements with them in time, but they wouldn't ever serve a purpose. He had no reasoning power. He would never be able to feed himself or care for himself ever again.

Quinn had been reduced to his most basic instincts. But, just as a baby does, he understood comfort and fear. He didn't know who the person was who continued to touch him and speak to him in a loving way. He didn't know what the words meant. It didn't matter because somewhere inside, it soothed him. And as he watched Flynn with a gaping look, Flynn watched him right back, and there was an understanding between them. Even at the most basic level.

Blah (Thomas, Tasha)

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Thomas was freaking out. But he didn't know who he could freak out to. Everyone who knew about his being back thought it was the most amazing thing in the world. They didn't have to go through it, they just got to see it from the outside. Thomas had to admit that he understood. He had always been excellent at putting himself in other people's shoes, and he knew exactly how he'd feel he he had been alive and any one of them had been the ones to make a miraculous 'back from the dead for good' recovery. It didn't strike him as fair, however, that there was absolutely no one on this planet that could understand how he was feeling. At least no one he knew of. The person who could come closest was Peter, and he was off in the Romanian woods, probably dying because he'd given up his immortality like a big dumb dolt.

So Thomas went to Tasha. He left Spectre in the capable hands of Abby, and he headed for Peter's house, feeling depressed that Peter wasn't there. He was admitted by Aly who he chatted with before slipping up to Tasha's room and knocking on the door. He knew Tasha was happy about his being back too. And that she wouldn't be happy to hear he wasn't. But for some reason, out of everyone he possibly had to talk to, she was the one he assumed wouldn't resent him for saying...anything. He had absolute freedom to be completely forthright with her. And that was exactly what he needed right now.

Blah (Thomas, Tasha)

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Thomas was freaking out. But he didn't know who he could freak out to. Everyone who knew about his being back thought it was the most amazing thing in the world. They didn't have to go through it, they just got to see it from the outside. Thomas had to admit that he understood. He had always been excellent at putting himself in other people's shoes, and he knew exactly how he'd feel he he had been alive and any one of them had been the ones to make a miraculous 'back from the dead for good' recovery. It didn't strike him as fair, however, that there was absolutely no one on this planet that could understand how he was feeling. At least no one he knew of. The person who could come closest was Peter, and he was off in the Romanian woods, probably dying because he'd given up his immortality like a big dumb dolt.

So Thomas went to Tasha. He left Spectre in the capable hands of Abby, and he headed for Peter's house, feeling depressed that Peter wasn't there. He was admitted by Aly who he chatted with before slipping up to Tasha's room and knocking on the door. He knew Tasha was happy about his being back too. And that she wouldn't be happy to hear he wasn't. But for some reason, out of everyone he possibly had to talk to, she was the one he assumed wouldn't resent him for saying...anything. He had absolute freedom to be completely forthright with her. And that was exactly what he needed right now.