Flynn and Quinn Awww they rhyme...:| (Quinn, Spectre, Flynn, Abby?)

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Quinn felt like he was going to vomit. Except that he probably wouldn't. Hopefully. If he did that would be damn embarrassing. He'd seen 'Flynn's' picture on Spectre's LJ and it looked so much like Mal. Like his Mal. And after speaking to Deirdre, and hearing that 'Flynn' said he was from Whitehead, which was where Quinn was from...it was far too much evidence to be a coincidence. Flynn had to be Mal. So Quinn took himself to Flynn's house, shaking all the while, and he raised a hand to knock on the door. Once he'd accomplished that, he mentally willed himself not to vomit or run away. At least not until he knew if it really was Mal or not. God, if it wasn't he was going to feel like a right knob.

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[in-spectre-mors.livejournal.com]

That brought a light blush to Spectre's features as well, and he stepped forward to place a supportive hand on Flynn's shoulder. "Flynn's been a very good friend to me, as well. I'm not sure if you've heard, but our band embarks on a European tour tomorrow." He understood that Flynn didn't want him to leave, so carrying on the conversation instead seemed like the best course of action.