Then Flynn led Quinn back to the sofa, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure Spectre was still in view. The kitchen wasn't closed off, so he knew that Spectre would be able to hear everything unless they whispered. "So you...you liked living with your Aunt and Uncle?"

Quinn nodded. "I call them Mum and Dad now. I haven't spoken to my real parents in...years actually. They never could handle the whole...sometimes I sleep with men thing."

"Yeah. Been there." Flynn cleared his throat. "And you're studying at university?"

Quinn nodded. "Philosophy. It's the only thing I can do, I'm useless at everything else."

"And you uhm...do you...have anyone?"

Quinn sort made a non-committal shoulder shrug. "That's...hard to know. There was a girl I liked, but I think she's more interested in being friends. Which is fine with me. Her name is Jade and she's really nice. But no...I don't really have anyone. You?"

"Heh...haven't exactly had a chance for that." Flynn mumbled. "Sort of just...came here about a month and a half ago."

Quinn paled. "Mal...you...you weren't uhm...out there since I left were you?"

Flynn looked over at the kitchen towards Spectre. "Not always." He whispered.