Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Being the professional musician of the two, it wasn't often that Flynn came upon his husband playing music. Indeed, when he came home and heard someone on the piano in their music room, Flynn assumed it was Adrina playing a fairly simple song. While Quinn was good at playing the piano, Adrina was amazing at it.

( They say of the acropolis where the Parthenon is )

"We've never done it in the elevator."

( Cuteness )

Flynn had never felt so nervous getting off a plane before.

( The boys are back )

It was their last day of the Spectre UK tour. They had spent the last several weeks stopping in cities all over Europe to play their music for the fans. Spectre's popularity was growing and in some cities, they had done two nights, which they had never done before. Their venues were bigger and more elaborate. And none of it mattered to Flynn. He would have played his bass out to a tiny venue if it were void of people. All he cared about was the music they'd written together as a band. He returned to his simple stage presence of hiding halfway behind the monitors and playing without connecting with the audience at all. It was very easy to forget he was there.

And Flynn wanted them to.

( Life goes on )

There was anarchy in London, but all Flynn knew was the anarchy going on inside his heart. A few days ago, his husband had come to find him. His husband. The man Flynn loved more than anything; the man he had truly believed had left him. Flynn had killed his own brother to save his husband's life and he had believed he had lost said husband for committing such a terrible crime. His mother had said as much. He though she had betrayed him before, he had believed her, and ruined everything.

Flynn hadn't wanted to return home. Instead he opted to stay at Peter's hospital in a room that was somehow larger and warmer than the room he had had in Liverpool. He sat on his bed and he stared out the window and when Quinn entered the room, he didn't look up. He could see his husband's reflection in the glass.

"Mal?" Quinn said softly. "Mal, I-" Quinn trailed off, wrapping his arms around himself. He wore the same expression he had had when Flynn had woken up to find Quinn holding his hand and had jumped away from him. Like his heart had broken into a million little pieces which were all stabbing him. "How are you?"

Flynn didn't know how to answer that so he shrugged and continued to stare out the window.

"Mal-" Quinn burst into tears as he stood there in the doorway of Flynn's room. "Mal, don't leave me."

"I left a long time ago," Flynn said, and then he clamped his mouth shut and he didn't say any more. He didn't know when Quinn gave up, but when he eventually turned his head, Quinn was gone.