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Quinn had gone to the airport to see a (very tired and disoriented) Flynn off for their European tour. He hadn't wanted to let go, but eventually it had to be done, and Quinn had loosened his grip so Flynn could join his bandmates in heading off to wow the world. Or at least the prog-loving denizens thereof.
Now Quinn was alone and he decided it was stupid and he felt shite. His boyfriend was gone and with him three of his best friends. Autumn was working, so he couldn't commiserate with her. And his very best friend was dealing with coming to terms with the supernatural side of life. While Quinn probably could simply drop in on her and whine, he wanted to give her a few days. Instead, he dropped in on his brother.
As Quinn raised his hand to knock, he heard a voice from inside. "Come in, Q!" Quinn blinked, but he did as Voice commanded, only to find Eamon on the sofa, eating spaghetti bolognese from a bowl. "Hi there."
"How did you know it was me?"
"I heard someone coming up the walk. And considering you saw Flynn off oh...75 minutes ago, the maths added up. I knew you'd be by. Are you hungry?" Eamon lifted his bowl up. "There's more in the kitchen."
"No." Quinn waved his hands around. He didn't even take the time to be impressed by Eamon's apparent power of precognition, or the fact that he was eating spag bog at nine in the morning. He was too upset. "I'm lonely."
Eamon didn't say, 'but Flynn only left 75 minutes ago' or any other terribly annoying thing people usually say when they think they're being reassuring. He just put his food aside and he reached out to indicate that Quinn should sit with him. "You're with me now."
"I know!" Quinn sat beside his brother and then he sniffed hard. "I'm such a baby! I must be PMSing..."
Eamon snorted and he reached out to pull Quinn against him. "You know what, little brother? If I had someone I loved as much as you love Flynn, and vice versa, I'd be upset when he left too. Or 'she', in my case. To not have that person beside you...I get it. Especially considering everything you two have been through. But you made it for six years apart, you'll be okay." Eamon knew that Quinn had been attacked just before Flynn returned, but that was not going to happen this time. It wasn't.
Quinn sighed and he smiled. "Yeah. I'm really glad you're here in London, Eamon. It's really wonderful having you here." And then he burst into tears and he fell into Eamon's lap.
"Oh goodness..." Eamon patted Quinn's shoulder and he looked at him worriedly. "Q, what's wrong?"
"I...miss...hiiimmmmmmm!" Quinn sniffed and blubbered. He had to get it out, and now was best, so now he could move on.
"There there." Eamon looked lustily at his food, sitting out of reach on the tea table, but he continued to comfort his brother. He could eat his pasta when Quinn was feeling better. It would be cold, and it might take a while, but that was okay. He was glad he was here in London too, specifically for this kind of thing. If Quinn needed him, he would be there.
Now Quinn was alone and he decided it was stupid and he felt shite. His boyfriend was gone and with him three of his best friends. Autumn was working, so he couldn't commiserate with her. And his very best friend was dealing with coming to terms with the supernatural side of life. While Quinn probably could simply drop in on her and whine, he wanted to give her a few days. Instead, he dropped in on his brother.
As Quinn raised his hand to knock, he heard a voice from inside. "Come in, Q!" Quinn blinked, but he did as Voice commanded, only to find Eamon on the sofa, eating spaghetti bolognese from a bowl. "Hi there."
"How did you know it was me?"
"I heard someone coming up the walk. And considering you saw Flynn off oh...75 minutes ago, the maths added up. I knew you'd be by. Are you hungry?" Eamon lifted his bowl up. "There's more in the kitchen."
"No." Quinn waved his hands around. He didn't even take the time to be impressed by Eamon's apparent power of precognition, or the fact that he was eating spag bog at nine in the morning. He was too upset. "I'm lonely."
Eamon didn't say, 'but Flynn only left 75 minutes ago' or any other terribly annoying thing people usually say when they think they're being reassuring. He just put his food aside and he reached out to indicate that Quinn should sit with him. "You're with me now."
"I know!" Quinn sat beside his brother and then he sniffed hard. "I'm such a baby! I must be PMSing..."
Eamon snorted and he reached out to pull Quinn against him. "You know what, little brother? If I had someone I loved as much as you love Flynn, and vice versa, I'd be upset when he left too. Or 'she', in my case. To not have that person beside you...I get it. Especially considering everything you two have been through. But you made it for six years apart, you'll be okay." Eamon knew that Quinn had been attacked just before Flynn returned, but that was not going to happen this time. It wasn't.
Quinn sighed and he smiled. "Yeah. I'm really glad you're here in London, Eamon. It's really wonderful having you here." And then he burst into tears and he fell into Eamon's lap.
"Oh goodness..." Eamon patted Quinn's shoulder and he looked at him worriedly. "Q, what's wrong?"
"I...miss...hiiimmmmmmm!" Quinn sniffed and blubbered. He had to get it out, and now was best, so now he could move on.
"There there." Eamon looked lustily at his food, sitting out of reach on the tea table, but he continued to comfort his brother. He could eat his pasta when Quinn was feeling better. It would be cold, and it might take a while, but that was okay. He was glad he was here in London too, specifically for this kind of thing. If Quinn needed him, he would be there.
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