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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"I wish I'd known sooner. Before you were about to leave." Quinn looked over at Flynn and he reached for the man's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll still be here though. When you get back. Starting a new semester, but I'll be here. And you should come see me on campus. You can meet Booster! He's my alleycat."

Flynn smiled. "I had a cat. He died. But I like cats. I'd love to meet Booster."

"I'm sorry about your cat..." Quinn frowned.

Flynn sighed and he was about to say something else when Abby walked in to the room. "Goodness...it's like...a convention. Hello?" She said to Quinn.

"This is ..Quinn." Flynn said softly to Abby. "He and I..he was...I..."

"I was his boyfriend." Quinn said for him.

Abby raised her eyebrows and she grinned cutely. "Awesome!"