Talking about the thing. (Eamon and Adrina and maybe Quinn and Flynn?)

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It hadn't even been an entire day since Adrina had left his place, but the London sky was stained with evening by the time he headed towards the House of Rock. His body ached from their encounters the night before, but he hardly noticed. His hands were shoved into his pockets and they only came out when he rang the bell of the house that belonged to the girl he loved.

There had to be something they could do to salvage what they were; what they had. Eamon couldn't handle imagining his life without her. And maybe she had gotten to the place where she could, but he was farther away from it now that he had been before seeing her. So he waited for her to answer the door and then gave her an apologetic smile when she answered the door. "I'm really sorry," he said immediately.

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"You know there's still a part of me that wants to speak up for him when you say that?" Adrina said with a shake of her head and almost amusement in her tone. It was amusing in some ways, the lengths that other people could fuck you up. "I still, just a little, want to pull out all the old lines about the stresses he was under and the things I said that I shouldn't have and why I should have been better at calming him down. He was my first love and I loved him more fiercely than I could even understand. He was the man who taught me what love meant and how it worked. And," she added, feeling like she was getting to the point, "he was the one that made me learn that my lover's needs had to come before my own. Always."

Adrina met his eye. "Do you understand?" she asked Eamon. "The amount of compounded bullshit you're asking me to unlearn?"