Mara nodded as Spectre and Quinn left her bedroom. She wrapped her arms around Cupcake and waited.
Flynn's parents hadn't actually thought of a way to answer his previous question...and how could you, really? So they were staring at him, and Morgan finally broke the silence. "Malachy, we couldn't have you in our house if you were going to endanger your brother like that."
"Oh, for fuck's sake! He was killing people, and I didn't endanger him at all. He turned his own men over to the police and they rolled over on him. You threw me out based on hearsay! And I was innocent!"
Quinn reached the bottom of the steps and he took Flynn's hand, quickly lacing his fingers into Flynn's. "What's going on, Mal?" He asked quietly.
Flynn's parents didn't recognise Quinn. Hell, they barely recognised Flynn. But they did notice the hand-holding. "So you're still a poof, Malachy?" Angus asked. "I thought you'd be harder than that somehow, now. You were always strutting around with that faggot Ardal, like you were so proud of it. Like it didn't bother people to see you that way."
Quinn's mouth dropped open, and he tried to let go of Flynn's hand, but Flynn's grip only strengthened, pulling Quinn towards him and planting a 'so HAH' kiss on his forehead. "This is Ardal!"
Angus actually looked embarrassed then, as he fucking should. "Oh."
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Flynn's parents hadn't actually thought of a way to answer his previous question...and how could you, really? So they were staring at him, and Morgan finally broke the silence. "Malachy, we couldn't have you in our house if you were going to endanger your brother like that."
"Oh, for fuck's sake! He was killing people, and I didn't endanger him at all. He turned his own men over to the police and they rolled over on him. You threw me out based on hearsay! And I was innocent!"
Quinn reached the bottom of the steps and he took Flynn's hand, quickly lacing his fingers into Flynn's. "What's going on, Mal?" He asked quietly.
Flynn's parents didn't recognise Quinn. Hell, they barely recognised Flynn. But they did notice the hand-holding. "So you're still a poof, Malachy?" Angus asked. "I thought you'd be harder than that somehow, now. You were always strutting around with that faggot Ardal, like you were so proud of it. Like it didn't bother people to see you that way."
Quinn's mouth dropped open, and he tried to let go of Flynn's hand, but Flynn's grip only strengthened, pulling Quinn towards him and planting a 'so HAH' kiss on his forehead. "This is Ardal!"
Angus actually looked embarrassed then, as he fucking should. "Oh."