More Rooftop Therapy Sessions (Flynn, Quinn)

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The night was cold, despite the orange glow in the air and the distant fires turning parts of London to nothing but ash. Quinn was sitting on Flynn's roof, huddled under a blanket, arm in arm with his beloved Flynn. They had been sitting in silence for a half an hour now, as they watched the plumes of smoke rising towards Heaven, not out of any morbid curiosity, but merely in mourning. Finally, Quinn broke the silence. "Are we supposed to believe this is Hell?" He asked softly, knowing Flynn knew a little more about the Templar guys who were behind this, than he did.

"I don't know, isn't it?" Flynn said, shrugging. He was worried. This would leave more people homeless and he knew what that was like. It made him ache inside to think of it. "Seems like it to me."

"Whatever they're doing...it's working." Quinn whispered, lowering his eyes to the rooftop, though just because he wasn't looking at it didn't mean he couldn't smell the destruction. "Will they stoop to anything?"

"To save the world and mold it into their idea of Utopia? Of course they will! Bloody fruitcakes." Flynn hissed. "I want to help stop it, but I don't think anyone knows how. Not yet."

Quinn sighed. "We will. Or you will. Someone will." He hoped they stopped it before everyone was dead... "Mal. It sort of...makes some things less scary, you know?"

Flynn looked over at his boyfriend, who had to go back in to the doctor's tomorrow to get yet more tests done to see if he was ill. And it was scary. "No." Flynn admitted because he needed Quinn.

"Just...makes it seem a little insignificant."

"You are significant to me." Flynn leaned forward and he pulled the blanket more tightly around Quinn. "Don't let yourself get too cold, alright?"

Quinn smiled at Flynn. "I'm fine. Worrywart." Flynn slipped his hand underneath the covers and Quinn's shirt to place his finger's against Quinn's warm skin. "Geez! Cold!"

Flynn chuckled. "That wasn't what I was trying to do." He said, spreading his fingers across Quinn's stomach, his own face taking on a look of concern. "Are you hungry?"

"It's bearable." Quinn leaned over to kiss the side of Flynn's head. "But that doesn't mean stop!" He liked the feeling of Flynn's hand against his skin. It was nice and soothing, and it made him forget he hadn't eaten since yesterday. Mostly.

"Good." Flynn leaned against Quinn's shoulder and he sighed. It seemed like there was so much against them. So much to fight. And it meant the world to him that he could be here beside Quinn, right through it all. "I wish things were bearable for those people out there." Flynn said sadly.

Quinn nodded, a siren in the distance reaching their ears and making them both cast their eyes to the orange glow beyond. "So do I."