"Mal." Quinn said soothingly. He gently cupped Flynn's face in his hands. "I can't quite imagine what you've been through for the past six years. I have an inkling, of course. But four months is not six years or even close. I get that this all might seem...too good to be true. And that's okay. I can prove it to you. I can take my time. However long it takes." He'd been waiting to repay Flynn for the care Flynn had taken of him since the day he left him behind. Their experiences since that day had been so vastly different. Quinn had been cared for and loved, he'd been educated. Flynn had been used, abused and though he could take care of himself, he was not good at letting others do it for him. But if anyone could teach him, it was Quinn.

"I will be anything to you that you want me to be. You more than earned that, Mal." Quinn leaned forward again, so his lips were centimeters from Flynn's own.