darker_london | Big Brother (Eamon, Quinn, Flynn, Bob, Maree) (Reply)

Quinn and Flynn had absolutely no problems leaving London. Apparently they didn't care if you had an alert on your ID if you were getting out of dodge. Not that that was entirely their mission. They took the train for the forty minute ride to Quinn's parents house, despite the fact that a freight train had been attacked yesterday, the passenger trains were still running. Albeit, hesitantly with a lot of scared faces.

When Quinn and Flynn finally arrived in town, they headed to the hospital in the first instance. Eamon was alone in his room, but he brightened considerably to see Quinn walk in...especially holding the hand of Flynn. "Q! F! Cuddling! Welcome to my sterile abode!"

Quinn chuckled and he dropped Flynn's hand so he could go hug his brother. "I'm so glad you're okay, Eamon... When I saw him shoot you..."

"Hey, it's alright. I'll take a bullet for my little brother any day. F, how's it hanging!? That cretin of a brother of yours is behind bars, yes?" Since it had been Frankie who had shot him, and that was the reason he was in the hospital, he rather hoped the answer was an affirmative.

"He is, yes. I'm sorry he shot you, Eamon." Flynn said with a frown.

"Ah, so am I. But better me than Q here. Though I'm right pissed off he took you with him. Glad by the time I woke up, you were okay. Even if you are a pirate again." Eamon indicated Quinn's eyepatch.

"He stole my eyeball." Quinn frowned. "But they're making me a new one. I can go get it shoved into my head when I get back to London."

"You look like he did a number on you, though." Eamon gave Quinn a closer look. "What did he do?"

"Just...there was a lot of punching. Nothing he hasn't done before..." Quinn shifted uncomfortably. He didn't want to talk about Frankie.

Finally, Eamon breached the topic he was most interested in here. The fact that his little brother had entered the room, holding hands with the boyfriend he had cheated on. While Eamon was incredibly pleased about this, he still wanted to know where things stood with them. It mattered to him. "And...how are the both of you?"

It was Flynn who spoke up, saving Quinn from the indignity of searching uselessly for words to try to explain things without offending anyone. "Quinn was seeing things." He answered simply. "He wasn't cheating on me. He just thought he was. It's...complicated. But he wasn't cheating."

"Sounds like it..." Eamon said quietly. He was confused but found he was in too much pain and too relieved to see them together to care about the clarification. "So...everything's alright? Q isn't going to be boring and wallow in self pity for the next decade?"

Quinn flipped his brother the bird and Flynn chuckled. "We're fine." Flynn said firmly then. "We'll be fine." He was still feeling a little weird, but he knew it would work out. He loved Quinn. That was the end of the story. He slid his arms around Quinn's waist just as Maree and Bob entered the room as well.

"Quinn, Flynn! Wonderful to see you!" Maree cried, exuberantly. She did a round of hugs, squeezing both of them happily. She didn't even ask if they were alright together again. She had seen enough to know. "Oh, Quinn, your face!" She lamented his dark bruises and then she kissed him all over.

"Awww, ma!" Quinn groaned, and Flynn laughed until she did the same thing to him. All the while he looked terribly confused, which set Quinn and Eamon laughing. And Flynn decided right then that he was happy. The events of the past few weeks didn't matter because he still had this. This family he was accepted into without issue. Without trouble or hesitation. He was a part of them and they loved him. He could laugh with them. Cry with them. Live with them. He could be himself with them. And that was priceless.