Together (Flynn, Spectre)

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Spectre had said that Flynn could come see him, and after ensuring that Quinn was situated and safe and sleeping, Quinn did just that. He slunk quietly up the stairs and he knocked lightly on Thomas and Spectre's door. Flynn felt bad because he wasn't worrying for Thomas, as much as he really did love him. There was far too much on his mind and he simply couldn't cope with more. Flynn knew that Thomas would either be okay, or Thomas would die and things would go back to the way they had been and that would be that. But Flynn did know Spectre had to be beside himself after everything...perhaps even beside himself and really far away...

When Flynn was told to come in, he did so, and his emotional onslaught upon seeing his best friend was almost instantaneous. Quinn was home, and just as unresponsive as he had been since June 5th. And having Quinn here and like that just drove it home even further that Flynn really had lost him.

Flynn felt his anguish overflow and he didn't even get a greeting out before he started sobbing. He managed to make his way across the room without tripping and he wrapped his arms around Spectre which unbalanced the both of them and they ended up on the floor in a pile of guitarists and Flynn didn't even notice. For the first time in all this, he was sharing his pain with someone instead of pretending it didn't exist or hiding behind the internet. And he curled up at Spectre's side his head in Spectre's lap, and he cried. And he didn't know if he would ever stop.

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One moment, Flynn was at the door, and the next they were on the floor in a heap. Spectre didn't mind, though. The floor was as good a place as any for crying, and he wrapped his arms snugly around his dear friend. The angel closed his eyes in relief, as Flynn finally let it all out. Well... not all of it, probably. But enough. Enough to be healthy. He shuddered and sobbed in Spectre's arms, and it touched Spectre's heart that Flynn knew this was okay. He could be utterly vulnerable with Spectre, and not have any fear that anything bad would happen. He could cry.

Then Spectre started crying too. Not the deep, soul-rending crying that Flynn needed, but something quieter. His tears fell, and his heart released what was inside. His mourning for Jax and Quinn. His deep and horrible fear for Thomas, and for Peter. His impotent anger at whomever had done this to Quinn, and at the deceased Charon. There was so much going on, so much pain crushing down on them. But here, they could escape the crush by doing something that at first seemed like giving in to it. But Spectre knew that here, crying in each other's arms, they were making themselves a little bit more okay. They were doing the strongest thing two men could do. They wept.