Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Deirdre had returned from Heidelberg and Flynn wanted to welcome his best friend home. He arrived at Victoria Lane and let himself in. He found her in the kitchen, feeding cereal to Gabriel. "Hi!" Flynn bounded in and he kissed Gabriel and then Deirdre on their heads. "Where's the redheaded bub?" he asked, taking a seat beside Deirdre.

( Deirdre, NO! )

Life, the way Flynn lived it now, was often hectic and full. Where once there had been emptiness and loneliness, now he was surrounded by people he loved and he considered himself exceedingly lucky. With those people, however, came responsibility. Flynn had a husband who was still recovering from a traumatic brain injury, though he was doing much better these days than he had been for months. There were his responsibilities to Spectre's band too. Considering the fact that Flynn had had to play Spectre's parts as well as his own while they had been writing the new album, Spectre had asked him to help out with the search for a replacement label as well. There was recording and there were phone calls and there was making sure Quinn was alright and there was working at the shelter he had helped to start. All of it meant that Flynn had had very little time to spend with his best friend. He missed her.

( Compromise )

"I'm sorry," Flynn said before Deirdre even had the chance to say hello. "Deirdre, I'm so sorry."

( Reaching Out )

Canada was cold, Flynn decided. Terribly cold. They were in Toronto, resting before their gig the next day. It was raining heavily and temperatures weren't expected to rise over 10 degrees celcius. That was too cold for touristing. Flynn had insisted on staying in the hotel and not leaving the premisis except when he had to to smoke. He was very nearly influenced to quit as he stood outside, soaking wet, with the wind freezing his skin.

( It's a gas )