𝓆𝙪͟𝙞͟𝙣͟𝙣.
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he stood still, staring blankly for a moment before a shocked look crosses his face. “ fuck— shit! you okay? ”

shoulders sagged, he stands up and moves to the door. reluctantly opening it for the other. “ hey, something wrong? ”


looking up at the door, his body was frozen in place, as a cold, deep fear filled him. “ quinn? do you need something? ”

“yeah, well that must be something she learned from my mother.” a joke. a bad one. an awkward laugh before moving on. “oh no, honey. you’re fine. here— have some tea.” she emerged with a mug, holding it out to them.

looking up at the door, like a spooked deer, he didn't dare move. heart pounding so loudly that it drowned out everything else. " who is it? "

he's locked himself in the office. crouched down against a wall, hands in his hair, as he mumbles to himself.

he can't help the proud smile on his lips when they confirm. " course I did. knew you would have, just wanted to make sure. he should've just fuckin' took it like a man. "


