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[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn's found ways to keep himself busy of late, but they've all run out. Thus, he's in the Bar with dinner and the sketchpad Bar gave him, working out the details on London as he knew it when he was twelve- as seen from the mouth of a half-dug tunnel, looking upwards to the sky.

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[pendragon_son]

Melehan is nearby, drinking coffee.

Stupid, stupid hungovers.

[pendragon_son]

"Go back to Wales, first up. And then...we'll see."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Makes sense."

Then a thought strikes him, if only because of discussions he's had with a few people lately. "Where in Wales, exactly? I mean- my dad had kin down in the south, but I doubt the village was all that old."

[pendragon_son]

"Gwynedd, Mam's brother rules it."

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Mm. Never been there, then," Quinn admits. "Pity."

[pendragon_son]

"It's alright. People leaves us alone, and girlfriend lives there. Melou likes it better."

[twoeyesonthesky]

... we'll pause now while Quinn makes the mental adjustment of this is not Jared, the girlfriend is not anyone you need to interrogate.

Right, better.

"Yeah? Y'know, I still haven't met him."

[pendragon_son]

Melehan would be very, very amused if he could hear Quinn's thoughts.

"He's...not like me. I mean, looks the same. But, more outgoing, I guess."

[twoeyesonthesky]

For someone who won't call himself the kid's father, Quinn's remarkably protective of Jared. Which would really only make it funnier.

He nods. "Just 'cos you're twins doesn't mean you have to be the same inside. Makes sense."