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Flynn was stalling. And he was stalling because he knew he wouldn't have a chance to ring Quinn tomorrow. Tomorrow was the last show of the tour and they would be busy gearing up to head back to London, which was happening pretty much as soon as the concert ended. Tonight was his last chance, thought it made him feel much better knowing that in just a little while, a matter of hours...well less than 48 anyway, he would be in his Quinn's arms. "What's Booster doing?" Flynn asked, just for something more to say.
"Sitting. You're very cute by the way, you staller." Quinn laughed and he reached out to pet his alley cat's head. "Now he's looking at me because he knows I'm stalling too. Mal, his eyes are burning my soul..."
"Throw him some nip." Flynn suggested, reclining so he was stretched out on his bed. "That'll distract him from your soul!"
Quinn laughed. "But the nip's all the way on my dresser and I don't wanna get uuuup!"
"Lazy!" Flynn tried to sound as shocked as possible. "Wouldn't it serve the Greater Good, Mr Philosopher?"
"Oh! Using my own strength against me! I see how you are." Quinn stood and he went to his dresser where he reached for the cat toy with the catnip centre. He shook it around for Booster, immediately attracting the cat's attention. "I've got him now." Quinn said before tossing it to the floor where Booster pounced on it. "My soul is now mine and mine alone."
"Nuh uh!" Flynn insisted and he smiled. "It's mine a little too."
"Oh, you got me!" Quinn flopped back onto his bed and he sighed. "I wish you were here now. Do you have to play the last concert?! Come on, who do you know in...where the hell?"
"Puerto Rico. And no one. But that's not entirely the point..." Flynn chuckled and he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "They know us. Or Dream Theater and they will know us."
"And they'll love you. I just miss you."
"Soon, Bub. Very soon." Flynn started tracing the patterns of his hotel bedspread, wondering how long he could keep Quinn talking. "Did you already tell me about your day?"
"Yes, sir!" Quinn laughed.
"Oh. What about....Mara's day?!" Flynn suggested.
"Hah! Twice." Quinn winked, though Flynn couldn't see and then he felt silly.
"I don't want to goooooo!" Flynn whined, which made Quinn laugh again because Flynn was not a whiner. "What!?"
"You're just adorable, Bub. You're adorable and I love you. I don't want to go either. You could read me your setlist!"
"It's the same!" Flynn frowned. "Quinn? What do people do?"
Quinn was used to Flynn asking questions like that without context. Flynn was still learning how to hold conversations with people and he switched the topic just like that a lot. "What do people do for what, Bub?" Quinn asked patiently.
"In the summer? What do people do in the summer because I never really had one. And I know Spectre's got more ideas for albums and stuff, but I won't have essays or readings and I never didn't have to work all day and I reckon it'll be weird."
"Oh, Mal. No, it won't be weird. It will be great! I'll tell you what, Love. I'll take you to the beach. And we can eat ice cream in the waves, and I'll hold on to you because I know you're terrified the ocean will swallow you."
"It's huge!" Flynn said in protest. It was not a trivial fear! But Flynn could face anything with Quinn holding his hand.
"Huge and powerful and we are blessed everytime we get to be a part of it. And then we can take a trip to the country. Stay in a little inn. We'll travel, Bub. We can make up for all the time we spent apart. Do you remember we wanted to go to Edinburgh? On that snowy night we planned out the whole trip? What were we going to eat?"
"Technically at that point, I think the answer was 'anything' but I believe we were talking about pheasant." Flynn said softly, remembering. "And I wanted to try some unprounouncable things. And haggis."
"We'll do that! Though I might skip the haggis." Quinn said laughing. Even though he'd eaten garbage before while living on the streets, there was something about haggis that made him turn green. "But we'll get to do the things we planned. Your summer won't be weird. It's going to be wonderful, alright? I promise."
"I believe you." Flynn smiled. Quinn was good at that. "I'm not hanging up yet. Tell me about your day again."
Quinn snorted, but he grinned. And he most certainly complied.
"Sitting. You're very cute by the way, you staller." Quinn laughed and he reached out to pet his alley cat's head. "Now he's looking at me because he knows I'm stalling too. Mal, his eyes are burning my soul..."
"Throw him some nip." Flynn suggested, reclining so he was stretched out on his bed. "That'll distract him from your soul!"
Quinn laughed. "But the nip's all the way on my dresser and I don't wanna get uuuup!"
"Lazy!" Flynn tried to sound as shocked as possible. "Wouldn't it serve the Greater Good, Mr Philosopher?"
"Oh! Using my own strength against me! I see how you are." Quinn stood and he went to his dresser where he reached for the cat toy with the catnip centre. He shook it around for Booster, immediately attracting the cat's attention. "I've got him now." Quinn said before tossing it to the floor where Booster pounced on it. "My soul is now mine and mine alone."
"Nuh uh!" Flynn insisted and he smiled. "It's mine a little too."
"Oh, you got me!" Quinn flopped back onto his bed and he sighed. "I wish you were here now. Do you have to play the last concert?! Come on, who do you know in...where the hell?"
"Puerto Rico. And no one. But that's not entirely the point..." Flynn chuckled and he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "They know us. Or Dream Theater and they will know us."
"And they'll love you. I just miss you."
"Soon, Bub. Very soon." Flynn started tracing the patterns of his hotel bedspread, wondering how long he could keep Quinn talking. "Did you already tell me about your day?"
"Yes, sir!" Quinn laughed.
"Oh. What about....Mara's day?!" Flynn suggested.
"Hah! Twice." Quinn winked, though Flynn couldn't see and then he felt silly.
"I don't want to goooooo!" Flynn whined, which made Quinn laugh again because Flynn was not a whiner. "What!?"
"You're just adorable, Bub. You're adorable and I love you. I don't want to go either. You could read me your setlist!"
"It's the same!" Flynn frowned. "Quinn? What do people do?"
Quinn was used to Flynn asking questions like that without context. Flynn was still learning how to hold conversations with people and he switched the topic just like that a lot. "What do people do for what, Bub?" Quinn asked patiently.
"In the summer? What do people do in the summer because I never really had one. And I know Spectre's got more ideas for albums and stuff, but I won't have essays or readings and I never didn't have to work all day and I reckon it'll be weird."
"Oh, Mal. No, it won't be weird. It will be great! I'll tell you what, Love. I'll take you to the beach. And we can eat ice cream in the waves, and I'll hold on to you because I know you're terrified the ocean will swallow you."
"It's huge!" Flynn said in protest. It was not a trivial fear! But Flynn could face anything with Quinn holding his hand.
"Huge and powerful and we are blessed everytime we get to be a part of it. And then we can take a trip to the country. Stay in a little inn. We'll travel, Bub. We can make up for all the time we spent apart. Do you remember we wanted to go to Edinburgh? On that snowy night we planned out the whole trip? What were we going to eat?"
"Technically at that point, I think the answer was 'anything' but I believe we were talking about pheasant." Flynn said softly, remembering. "And I wanted to try some unprounouncable things. And haggis."
"We'll do that! Though I might skip the haggis." Quinn said laughing. Even though he'd eaten garbage before while living on the streets, there was something about haggis that made him turn green. "But we'll get to do the things we planned. Your summer won't be weird. It's going to be wonderful, alright? I promise."
"I believe you." Flynn smiled. Quinn was good at that. "I'm not hanging up yet. Tell me about your day again."
Quinn snorted, but he grinned. And he most certainly complied.
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