Flynn had spent the last several days holed up in his room. It had been nearly a week, come to think of it, and he didn't want to end the silence any time soon. It was soothing. Here, with Quinn, he didn't have to pretend to be okay. He could just be himself. He could cry while Quinn was asleep, and while Quinn was awake, he was too busy taking care of him to think about anything else. Flynn ate when his housemates brought him food, and he sat there in their presence, listening to them talk to each other and try to keep him involved. And when they left, he went right back to fussing over Quinn or reading a book in the corner because it was easier to read out loud to Quinn if he'd seen the text before.
( I am not leaving )