Date: 2008-02-23 06:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] quinntaessentia.livejournal.com
Angus continued to look at Spectre, a little sneer on his face. "Scottish, eh?" He finally said.

"Oh, inventive, Dad." Flynn shook his head in dismay, though he really appreciated what Spectre had said, even if it was weird to hear Spectre call him 'Mal'. He understood why he was doing it. He didn't really need his mother to know he'd changed his name to her maiden name...if she didn't already know... "I don't want you here, alright!? I...I didn't even want you in London! I just...thought you should know what you did to me didn't kill me. In case you felt guilt, which apparently you didn't. And I also wanted you to know I don't need you. Because I survived without your help, and then with Spectre and Ardal's help, I started living again."

Quinn kissed Flynn's shoulder then and he finally faced them, even though it was hard. "You haven't asked how he is."

"What?" Angus said, tilting his head towards Quinn.

"You haven't asked how he is! You came here because you say he wrote you a letter, but you haven't asked if he's okay." Most the time if someone finally wrote a letter like that, they did it because they received news like they were dying or something. "You don't care about him. If you did, you would have looked for him long before now."

"Malachy caused us great heartache, Boy." Angus said to Quinn.

"You caused us great heartache as well." Quinn whispered.
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