Quinn and Mum (Quinn, Susanna)
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darker_londonBeing himself around his mother when Flynn was by his side was one thing. Being himself around his mother when he was all on his lonesome, was something entirely different. But Quinn wanted to be able to do it, to take that step and feel comfortable around her without the crutch of his boyfriend hanging around. Becuase poor Flynn shouldn't have to make him feel better about absolutely everything even if he did by default. It wasn't his job to be Quinn's keeper. So Quinn told Flynn that he would be okay with his mother if he was left alone with her, and he sent Flynn home.
And then he had absolutely no idea what to do. It wasn't as if they had a lot of history he could call back on so old habits, buried deep, could just take over. When Quinn had lived with his biological parents, he had been very separate from them. So separate, that they hadn't even known about his relationship with Flynn until it was months and months into it, and that was only because Quinn had been injured by the PIRA and Flynn had insisted on nursing him through that, whether anyone liked it or not. Quinn hadn't shared a thing with them, rather returning from school and either going straight to his room, and climbing out the window to meet Flynn, or not even bothering to return home at all until very late at night. He hadn't been the most consciencous boy. All that had come with Bob and Maree Wakefield and the loving acceptance and care they had shown him when he'd gone to live with them. Still, Quinn gave it his best shot. "Hey." He said. That was pretty good for starters.
Susanna was seating in the living room, petting one of Autumn's dogs as she looked through a furniture catalogue. She looked up as her son addressed her, however and she offered him a light smile. "Hello, Ardal. Where's Malachy?"
"He went home for a little while." Quinn shifted uncomfortably. If it was his Aunt or Uncle, he'd know exactly what to say next. But goddammit, he didn't even know what his mother liked to do... "So uhm...we're all alone!"
Susanna immediately put away the catalogue, realising that this was a momentus occasion and they'd probably set it up on purpose. "I see. Would you like to take a seat?" She asked, even though it was Quinn's house.
"Actually...erm...Mum, would you like to come shopping with me?" Quinn asked, flushing a deep crimson. But if she was going to accept him for him, she had to know him. And Quinn loved shopping. Just like a girl... And he didn't get the chance to do it much, being a student. But he'd just received his paycheck from the coffee cart and he felt like splurging. "You don't have to, it's just an idea. I just need some-"
"Ardal, it's alright. I'd love to. What kinds of things were you thinking of getting?"
"Some shirts. Some fun ones because my clothes are boring. And it's getting warmer so I want some t-shirts. I guess my wardrobe is sort of more...hi, I spend all my time sitting in my room and less, hi, I'm a fun guy, let's have fun."
Susanna laughed and she raised her eyebrows as she stood to face him. "Well, we can fix that. You know, I always wanted a daughter to go shopping with. To dress up and teach the ways of the coiffer."
"Oh hah hah." Quinn said, his voice flat, but he was already feeling more comfortable around her.
And by the end of the day, he was actively enjoying her company. She had suggested all sorts of things for him, and her sense for fashion was quite well honed for someone from an extremely small town. She eveb bought several things for him, using the excuse that she never got to do nice things for her son when he protested. Quinn ended up with quite the impressive new wardrobe, not to mention a sparkly blue feather boa, which he wore out of the store, wrapped proudly around his shoulders. And Susanna never flinched. If she was embarrassed to be seen walking with her feather boa-clad son, she didn't show it. The fact of the matter was that she was proud of the way he walked. Proud that he didn't hide who he was. Proud he wasn't afraid. And proud he was hers.
And when they got home, she told him that. Quinn cried on her lap. And they had tea.
And then he had absolutely no idea what to do. It wasn't as if they had a lot of history he could call back on so old habits, buried deep, could just take over. When Quinn had lived with his biological parents, he had been very separate from them. So separate, that they hadn't even known about his relationship with Flynn until it was months and months into it, and that was only because Quinn had been injured by the PIRA and Flynn had insisted on nursing him through that, whether anyone liked it or not. Quinn hadn't shared a thing with them, rather returning from school and either going straight to his room, and climbing out the window to meet Flynn, or not even bothering to return home at all until very late at night. He hadn't been the most consciencous boy. All that had come with Bob and Maree Wakefield and the loving acceptance and care they had shown him when he'd gone to live with them. Still, Quinn gave it his best shot. "Hey." He said. That was pretty good for starters.
Susanna was seating in the living room, petting one of Autumn's dogs as she looked through a furniture catalogue. She looked up as her son addressed her, however and she offered him a light smile. "Hello, Ardal. Where's Malachy?"
"He went home for a little while." Quinn shifted uncomfortably. If it was his Aunt or Uncle, he'd know exactly what to say next. But goddammit, he didn't even know what his mother liked to do... "So uhm...we're all alone!"
Susanna immediately put away the catalogue, realising that this was a momentus occasion and they'd probably set it up on purpose. "I see. Would you like to take a seat?" She asked, even though it was Quinn's house.
"Actually...erm...Mum, would you like to come shopping with me?" Quinn asked, flushing a deep crimson. But if she was going to accept him for him, she had to know him. And Quinn loved shopping. Just like a girl... And he didn't get the chance to do it much, being a student. But he'd just received his paycheck from the coffee cart and he felt like splurging. "You don't have to, it's just an idea. I just need some-"
"Ardal, it's alright. I'd love to. What kinds of things were you thinking of getting?"
"Some shirts. Some fun ones because my clothes are boring. And it's getting warmer so I want some t-shirts. I guess my wardrobe is sort of more...hi, I spend all my time sitting in my room and less, hi, I'm a fun guy, let's have fun."
Susanna laughed and she raised her eyebrows as she stood to face him. "Well, we can fix that. You know, I always wanted a daughter to go shopping with. To dress up and teach the ways of the coiffer."
"Oh hah hah." Quinn said, his voice flat, but he was already feeling more comfortable around her.
And by the end of the day, he was actively enjoying her company. She had suggested all sorts of things for him, and her sense for fashion was quite well honed for someone from an extremely small town. She eveb bought several things for him, using the excuse that she never got to do nice things for her son when he protested. Quinn ended up with quite the impressive new wardrobe, not to mention a sparkly blue feather boa, which he wore out of the store, wrapped proudly around his shoulders. And Susanna never flinched. If she was embarrassed to be seen walking with her feather boa-clad son, she didn't show it. The fact of the matter was that she was proud of the way he walked. Proud that he didn't hide who he was. Proud he wasn't afraid. And proud he was hers.
And when they got home, she told him that. Quinn cried on her lap. And they had tea.
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