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Deirdre had a habit of inserting herself into situations she wasn't always wanted, and she hardly ever realised this. It was like showing up in the foreground of a photo that was supposed to be of something else, unaware of anything behind her. All she knew was that Giles had their twins that day and that made Deirdre feel annoyed. Surely her friends should do all the could to make her not feel annoyed. Right?

She chose the House of Rock to distract her, as she usually did. Flynn was her best friend and he was one of the denizens of the House of Rock, which Deirdre had been forbidden to call HoR. And so Deirdre let herself in, moving up to the bedroom Flynn shared with Quinn and that was where she found them. In bed together. Quite nude.

"Hi," she said glumly, closing the door behind her.

"Er..." Quinn lifted his head off of Flynn's shoulder, some of his hair sticking to Flynn's sweaty skin. "Deirdre?"

"I'm sad," Deirdre sighed before Quinn had a chance to explain that this wasn't really the time because they were seriously post-coital. At least she hadn't walked in two minutes earlier. "Giles has the twins and I don't like them being subjected to his smuggy git face."

Flynn sat up in bed then, causing Quinn to whimper sadly at the loss of his headrest. Flynn was clearly slightly foggy in the brain, but he managed to get out, "but he is good with them," before he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and then tried to make his hair presentable.

"I know, but motherfucker. He pisses me off. You guys smell like sex."

"You're so helpful," Quinn grumbled, reaching for his boxers. He slid them on underneath the covers and then he darted off to their ensuite bathroom.

"Is he okay?" Deirdre whispered to Flynn, taking a seat across from him.

Flynn looked up at his best friend and he smiled wearily at her. "He'll be fine. I'm sorry you're feeling bad."

"Why should he get to see my kids, he cheated on me."

Flynn fixed her with a look. "Deirdre, Giles did a shit thing, but remember how he ended up being their father in the first place?"

Deirdre glowered at Flynn and then she jumped up, crawling into bed with him. "Yeah yeah. You put holes in one condom-"

"Two," Flynn reminded her.

"Two condoms," Deirdre said through gritted teeth, "and suddenly I'm the bad guy."

"You're a good guy who did a bad thing," Flynn said easily. He was like that. Honest and to the point. "And now you have to put up with him in the twins' lives and that sucks. But that is how it goes. Deirdre, are you seriously getting under the covers? I'm naked!"

"So?" Deirdre asked, giving him a weird look. He had seen her naked several times, though that was because she had no shame. She didn't understand why anyone else should have any either. "Cuddle me."

Flynn just sighed and then he held her close to him. Quinn exited the bathroom to find his husband naked in bed with his best friend. He rolled his eyes in amusement and threw his hands up in the air. "I'm getting lunch," he informed them.

"Oooh, can I have a sandwich?" Deirdre asked him and then she grinned cutely.

Quinn chuckled and he looked over at Flynn. "Since it's apparently going to be a picnic, I'll bring a bunch of stuff and then crawl in there with you two. But I still state for the record that my marriage is weird. At least it works for me." And he turned towards the door, heading to fetch them something to eat in bed. All three of them.