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darker_london2010-09-26 03:41 am
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This is why he hated you (Pauline, Flynn and phone!Quinn)
Flynn still wasn't really speaking to his parents much, though he didn't expect he ever really would. Flynn wasn't a talker anyway, and especially not to people he didn't really know how to get along with. So when the phone call came, Flynn was sitting quietly in the kitchen, eating a gigantic sandwich his mother had made him out of guilt. He watched as Pauline jumped up to answer the phone and then he raised his eyebrows when her gaze travelled over to rest on him.
"Hello, Quinn," Pauline said, sounding strange. Flynn felt his heart skip a few beats and his mouth went dry. His husband- no, his ex-husband most likely, was on the phone with his mother. Flynn quickly jumped up and motioned that he wasn't here.
"Has he?" Pauline said, pretending to sound shocked. She gave Flynn a significant look, which Flynn took as assurance that she understood and he sat down again. "He's gone? Oh...in Dublin?"
Of course they assumed he was in Dublin. That was why Flynn wasn't.
There was silence while Pauline listened to Quinn, all the while keeping eye contact with Flynn. Flynn yearned to know what Quinn was saying, but he stayed still. If he had heard Quinn's words, things would have gone very differently. Instead, he decided to trust his mother. Something he would later regret. "Thank you for telling me, Quinn. I hope he is found soon... I hate to think of him out there. Yes, I understand. Take care, dear."
Pauline hung up the phone and Flynn tried to ignore the terrible feeling of loss at just that simple connection being broken. Somehow, he managed to say, "did...did he sound okay?"
And then Pauline lied straight to Flynn's face, which he wouldn't know about for some time. "He sounds like he is worried for you, but he also said he got separation papers in the post. He signed them and sent them in."
Whether she had acted out of protection for her son, or purely wanting Flynn to be theirs forever was uncertain. All Flynn knew was at that moment, his hardened heart shattered and it stayed that way. He truly believed that his husband was lost to him, despite holding out hope that he wasn't. He had no way of knowing that the truth was much different. Quinn had ripped up those papers and thrown them away before mounting a full-scale search for his husband in an attempt to get him back.
Flynn didn't finish his sandwich.
"Hello, Quinn," Pauline said, sounding strange. Flynn felt his heart skip a few beats and his mouth went dry. His husband- no, his ex-husband most likely, was on the phone with his mother. Flynn quickly jumped up and motioned that he wasn't here.
"Has he?" Pauline said, pretending to sound shocked. She gave Flynn a significant look, which Flynn took as assurance that she understood and he sat down again. "He's gone? Oh...in Dublin?"
Of course they assumed he was in Dublin. That was why Flynn wasn't.
There was silence while Pauline listened to Quinn, all the while keeping eye contact with Flynn. Flynn yearned to know what Quinn was saying, but he stayed still. If he had heard Quinn's words, things would have gone very differently. Instead, he decided to trust his mother. Something he would later regret. "Thank you for telling me, Quinn. I hope he is found soon... I hate to think of him out there. Yes, I understand. Take care, dear."
Pauline hung up the phone and Flynn tried to ignore the terrible feeling of loss at just that simple connection being broken. Somehow, he managed to say, "did...did he sound okay?"
And then Pauline lied straight to Flynn's face, which he wouldn't know about for some time. "He sounds like he is worried for you, but he also said he got separation papers in the post. He signed them and sent them in."
Whether she had acted out of protection for her son, or purely wanting Flynn to be theirs forever was uncertain. All Flynn knew was at that moment, his hardened heart shattered and it stayed that way. He truly believed that his husband was lost to him, despite holding out hope that he wasn't. He had no way of knowing that the truth was much different. Quinn had ripped up those papers and thrown them away before mounting a full-scale search for his husband in an attempt to get him back.
Flynn didn't finish his sandwich.