Plans (Quinn, Flynn)
Flynn loped into his bedroom, fresh from a smoke on the roof. Quinn was in their room, waiting for him, books splayed out in front of him but none of them open. "Are you spoiled for choice?" Flynn asked him with a smile. "Can't decide which one to read first?"
"Hmm? Oh the...books. No. Mal I wanted to talk to you but I'm afraid you'll take it the wrong way."
Flynn gulped loudly and he leaned against the wall, right near the door, because he felt he would probably need the support. "Wh...what's going on? Is something wrong?!"
"No...see! There you go taking it wrong." Quinn sighed and he stood, taking Flynn's hands into his. "Mal, this isn't a bad thing here. I'm not saying a bad thing. I've just been thinking that this is a very small room, and it was never meant for two people. It was meant for one...you. And I was moved into it because you did a selfless thing when I was incapacitated. But honey, you don't have to be selfless anymore. You should have your space back."
Flynn blinked, wondering why this was coming up now. "Quinn, I...I'm not being selfless."
"But you are, Mal." Quinn stepped forward and he kissed Flynn's forehead. "Honey, when I couldn't move I didn't take up a whole lot of space, but I have a lot of things. And when I eat a lot of sugar, which is...let's see...always, I take up a lot of space too. And you sit there in the corner, cowering from the force of nature that is me..."
Flynn chuckled because that was really true. "But, Quinn, I love having you here."
"I know you do, Bub." Quinn took both Flynn's hands in his and he smiled at him. "And I love being here with you. But I...I'm being selfish. It's not fair for you not to have this. Honey, you deserve to have a place of your own before you give it all up. You were robbed of that, and you should have it. A place where you can escape to. There's no where else in this house you can go to be alone." Well there was the roof, but that wasn't so great in winter. "And when we were fighting...though I do hope that won't happen again...there was no place you could go that was yours."
"But I don't want you to leave me..."
"Oh, Bub. Never. This isn't about that. Look, we can still sleep together every night if you want. I just think I should get a place of my own and you can stay with me sometimes and I can stay with you...but you shouldn't have your space invaded just because you feel like you have to."
Flynn let out a deep breath and then he leaned on Quinn's shoulder. "We can still be together every night."
"Oh we'd better be." Quinn laughed. "I can't sleep without cuddles. Alright?"
Flynn nodded, not lifting his head to do so. "I guess...having a place of my own could be nice..."
"And when you're sick of it, I'll be glad to live with you again." The truth was that everything between them had moved so fast, out of necessity. And now that they had hit a rough patch, maybe it was a good time to take a step back and do things the right way. The normal way. It wasn't really a step back at all, but a step forward. And both of them knew it.
"Hmm? Oh the...books. No. Mal I wanted to talk to you but I'm afraid you'll take it the wrong way."
Flynn gulped loudly and he leaned against the wall, right near the door, because he felt he would probably need the support. "Wh...what's going on? Is something wrong?!"
"No...see! There you go taking it wrong." Quinn sighed and he stood, taking Flynn's hands into his. "Mal, this isn't a bad thing here. I'm not saying a bad thing. I've just been thinking that this is a very small room, and it was never meant for two people. It was meant for one...you. And I was moved into it because you did a selfless thing when I was incapacitated. But honey, you don't have to be selfless anymore. You should have your space back."
Flynn blinked, wondering why this was coming up now. "Quinn, I...I'm not being selfless."
"But you are, Mal." Quinn stepped forward and he kissed Flynn's forehead. "Honey, when I couldn't move I didn't take up a whole lot of space, but I have a lot of things. And when I eat a lot of sugar, which is...let's see...always, I take up a lot of space too. And you sit there in the corner, cowering from the force of nature that is me..."
Flynn chuckled because that was really true. "But, Quinn, I love having you here."
"I know you do, Bub." Quinn took both Flynn's hands in his and he smiled at him. "And I love being here with you. But I...I'm being selfish. It's not fair for you not to have this. Honey, you deserve to have a place of your own before you give it all up. You were robbed of that, and you should have it. A place where you can escape to. There's no where else in this house you can go to be alone." Well there was the roof, but that wasn't so great in winter. "And when we were fighting...though I do hope that won't happen again...there was no place you could go that was yours."
"But I don't want you to leave me..."
"Oh, Bub. Never. This isn't about that. Look, we can still sleep together every night if you want. I just think I should get a place of my own and you can stay with me sometimes and I can stay with you...but you shouldn't have your space invaded just because you feel like you have to."
Flynn let out a deep breath and then he leaned on Quinn's shoulder. "We can still be together every night."
"Oh we'd better be." Quinn laughed. "I can't sleep without cuddles. Alright?"
Flynn nodded, not lifting his head to do so. "I guess...having a place of my own could be nice..."
"And when you're sick of it, I'll be glad to live with you again." The truth was that everything between them had moved so fast, out of necessity. And now that they had hit a rough patch, maybe it was a good time to take a step back and do things the right way. The normal way. It wasn't really a step back at all, but a step forward. And both of them knew it.