darker_london | Healing (Flynn, Quinn)

"I'm going to be in a musical!" Flynn told Quinn cheerfully as he sat Quinn's fedora on his head. They were in the living room, and Quinn was sitting in his wheelchair as he was finally healed enough to do so. It was easier for Flynn to feel like Quinn was a part of things now that he could take Quinn places. And today they were going to the park. And Flynn wanted Quinn to look spiffy. "I get to sing and dance and I wish you could see it. You'd love it."

Quinn sat in his chair, his head to one side as he watched the four cats who now resided in the house playing with each other. Oberon was chasing Titania's tail, and Booster and Errol were curled up in a ball of cat and Quinn liked watching cats. It was very calming. He said nothing to Flynn, nor did he make any acknowledgement that Flynn was speaking to him, even though he sometimes did. Not today.

Luckily, today, nothing could bring down Flynn's mood. "Tristan's going to be in it too! And Deirdre! She's playing Mary. She's going to be fantastic, but then again she always is. And Tristan...well he's...he's wonderful." Flynn went around and he knelt in front of Quinn. At the movement, Quinn turned his head so he was looking at Flynn. "Tristan makes me happy. He does. I didn't think I could be happy again...he doesn't make me happy like you did. But it's like...there's the promise of something more. If that makes sense." Flynn leaned forward and his kissed Quinn's knee. "Not that there's an actual promise...I just mean...there could be more. Argh. I love you." And it was true. Whatever Flynn felt for Tristan, he still loved Quinn and he always would. "Let's go see some ducks, hmm? And I'll read to you. You could use the sunshine. If we're lucky enough to get any. We just might today. I'm feeling lucky." Flynn rose, and he kissed Quinn's cheek. Quinn turned back to look at the cats again, and a moment later they were on their way.