Cold Comfort (Flynn, Susan)

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Flynn would have stayed curled up on his bed forever, his knees drawn up to his chest, but my some miracle he wasn't alone here in Liverpool. He had made...if not a friend, at least someone that was suffering similar things to commiserate with. When Flynn could stand it, he dragged himself out of bed and he took a long shower. Then, freshly dressed, he stumbled across the street and he knocked on Susan's door.

He hoped she was home. He needed someone. He needed Quinn, but in the absence of Quinn, Susan would do.