darker_london | Gone (Flynn/Quinn) (Reply)

There was anarchy in London, but all Flynn knew was the anarchy going on inside his heart. A few days ago, his husband had come to find him. His husband. The man Flynn loved more than anything; the man he had truly believed had left him. Flynn had killed his own brother to save his husband's life and he had believed he had lost said husband for committing such a terrible crime. His mother had said as much. He though she had betrayed him before, he had believed her, and ruined everything.

Flynn hadn't wanted to return home. Instead he opted to stay at Peter's hospital in a room that was somehow larger and warmer than the room he had had in Liverpool. He sat on his bed and he stared out the window and when Quinn entered the room, he didn't look up. He could see his husband's reflection in the glass.

"Mal?" Quinn said softly. "Mal, I-" Quinn trailed off, wrapping his arms around himself. He wore the same expression he had had when Flynn had woken up to find Quinn holding his hand and had jumped away from him. Like his heart had broken into a million little pieces which were all stabbing him. "How are you?"

Flynn didn't know how to answer that so he shrugged and continued to stare out the window.

"Mal-" Quinn burst into tears as he stood there in the doorway of Flynn's room. "Mal, don't leave me."

"I left a long time ago," Flynn said, and then he clamped his mouth shut and he didn't say any more. He didn't know when Quinn gave up, but when he eventually turned his head, Quinn was gone.