The band had finished their stint in the US and Canada on the 19th, and flown out to Dublin, then on to Cork Airport. The band were exhausted, and Flynn hadn't slept on the plane. He had been too busy reliving his experience from the last time he had returned from a US tour to find his beloved Quinn broken in his own home. It was a fear he couldn't seem to shake, no matter how often Quinn assured him everything was okay.
( OH MY GOD HE'S DEA...oh hi... )
( OH MY GOD HE'S DEA...oh hi... )