whispers in the dark | Connor

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Quinn waited as Connor started to wake, opening his eyes again and noting the way the male had tensed. Hmm. It tells him something, even if the specifics aren't fill in. There was alot said in the simplest things, movements. Quinn doesn't know why he sees it, but he does. He can't understand everything, but there is some sort of insight to the messed up that Quinn does have. Yet it was harder to find the lines when they were blurred by the uncertainty of his own morals. Knowing something was wrong by the standards of everyone and feeling it were two very different things.

Quinn smiles back when Connor's eyes opened and the male tilted his head and gave a smile. Quinn stretches a little, all but purring low in his throat at the way Connor's fingers brushed his hair back. At the question, he took Connor's hand gently, brushing his lips over the knuckles. "Better then I have in days. Did you sleep okay?" He responds, peering at the male thoughtfully.

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Connor watched Quinn take his hand, sirprisingly soothed by the lips running across the skin of bony knuckles. He smiled the faintest bit again, relaxing further where he was draped over the other male.
"Mm, good.." Even despite having to get up at that point in the night. Connor had always slept better with another by his side despite his fears. Maybe it was a separation thing, or that post traumatic stress everubody said he had.

Honestly it didn't matter. He'd slept well and woke up happy, and that's all Connor could ask for. Thoughts of kocking Quinn out weren't even running through his head, his blue gaze gentle, thoughtful as he searched the face of the other male.

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It was a good feeling, having Connor relaxed there with him. Kept Quinn from wanting to get up right away or anything, though usually he'd want to stretch and practise moves a little after waking if he could. Quinn had been slacking in that the last couple of days. When he wasn't very mobile at all, there wasn't much of a way to do that sort of thing as it was. And right now, he simply had no wish to move from where he was. There's a glad smile when Connor responds to tell him how he slept, and Quinn is grateful that the male had slept good dispite being woken up, then when Connor's breathing was more off.

A calm, content look was settled across Quinn's face as he looked back at Connor, one hand going to rub slowly, gently over the male's lower back. He was careful not to mess with the wings too much, but Quinn was starting to get more used to them. "I'd make you breakfast if I thought you'd eat it, or if I could cook worth a damn..." He points out lightly. Not that breakfast food was hard to do, so he probably wouldn't mess it up, but the fact still remained that there wasn't much of a point in trying. But if Connor showed any interest in the idea, Quinn would still try.

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Connor offered a half asleep, crooked smile at the words. But Quinn was right. His heavy drug use had leg to irregular eating, which had grown into a bad habit until his sick body said it was too much to try and digest anymore. So instead of taking the time to care for his body and work up to being able to eat properly, Connor continued the self abuse of starving. His occasional eating had gotten him this far at such a thin weight, but it was getting almost scary. He hadn't eaten in several days minus the ice cream in Quinn's room.

"Tr-rue.. I, on the o-other hand, have been told I-I-I can cook." He wrinkled his nose at him gently. Growing up so neglected did that to you. Two and a half years again he had been thrown into self maturity, had learned to make his own meals, adapt to street smarts. Christy insisted he made killer pancakes and crepes.
Connor shifted his weight some, turning his head away to cough softly before kissing Quinn's chest and sitting up.

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It wasn't getting almost scary, it was scary, the way Connor's bones were all outlined through skin. It was an upsetting sight, but Quinn tried to ignore it. He wanted to get Connor eating again, but that didn't work if the male wasn't going to even try. It was a helpless sort of situation, and Quinn didn't like it. Yet there wasn't much he could do at this point but wait. When Connor was no longer able to walk away from a hospital bed, Quinn was keen on putting him in one and watching over him, seeing if there was anything they could do. It would probably be too late by then, but it's all he felt he had.

Quinn pushes the thoughts away to the back of his mind; he doesn't want to think too much on it now if he can help it. He's trying to stay relaxed, because he really needs it. When Connor replied that he could cook, Quinn shifted an eyebrow up with an amused grin. "Oh, won't you just be the perfect little wife someday." He teases gently, trying to keep the conversation light and away from the horrible things starvation was doing to Connor's body, able to cook or not. At the male's cough, then kiss to his chest, Quinn tilted his head thoughtfully, then sat up as well. He got up and glanced around thoughtful, then looked back at Connor. "Wanna take a shower? I can wash you up, it'll be fun." And honestly, he's just fumbling for reasons not to have to be away from the male right now.

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Connor watched Quinn sit up as well. He hesitated at the offer, not sure at first, all the scars over his thin body. It was only a matter of time before somebody would have to shower him anyway, with the toll starvation and sickness was taking on his body. Quinn had already seen him without clothes, though. And it was an excuse to escape this messed up place for just that much longer.

"S-sure.." He murmured with a faint grin. He ran a hand through his hair, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and carefully pushing himself to unsteadily feet. He cleared his throat, slinking towards his minifridge for a water to take his medication before they headed to the bathroom.

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Quinn noticed the hesitation, but he understood that to a degree. He wasn't sure if there was much to make him be so shy of being naked, but different situations. Though it was also true that he'd seen Connor without clothes more then once, and it wasn't anything new to him anymore. It was a little different, but not by all that much. Quinn had his hands all over Connor already, and this would only be gentle washing up. And Quinn wouldn't mind a shower either, he quite liked to be clean when he could be. So it worked in a number of ways.

When the answer came, he smiled and nodded, watching as the male got up and went to the mini-fridge. Quinn took that time to look over the place and search for towels and whatnot for the shower, letting Connor do whatever he did in the morning in peace. He was thoughtful about the fact that Connor had a dormmate, and said person was missing right now, but there was a number of reasons of why that would be. That area of the dorm was sorta curious lookingm but Quinn wasn't going to say anything about it. After a few minutes he turned back to look at Connor to wait for the male to be ready to go.

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Connor swallowed down his two pills, glad they seemed to be working enough so far. He probably needed medication for so much more though, was surprised he hadn't been committed yet. Biting at his lip thoughtfully, Connor turned away and set his water down. He bent to pick up one of Ashley's many stuffed ducks to toss it on the bed, wondering how the mentally troubled male was doing in testing.

It didn't matter right now though, nothing he could do. Connor tucked his wings close to his back and started towards the bathroom, working thin hips from his pajama bottoms. He paused to heat up the shower, then pulled his boxers off. He had only showered once since getting the wings. It had taken awhile to get used to them dry. Wet was a completely different story. He got his hair wet, feathers plastered to his thin back with water as he waited for Quinn.

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He watched as Connor started towards the bathroom, starting to walk after him, pausing for a moment as the male got undressed and started the shower for warm water. It did occur to him that he really wasn't sure how to wash wings -- he'd never tried to wash a bird or anything -- so that thoughtpath was sort of weird. Did one just wipe a soapy washcloth over those and call it good? That was probably something to ask. When Connor got into the shower, Quinn took off his sweatpants without any hesitation and moved closer, stepping into the shower.

Grabbing a washcloth and soaping it up, he took a second or two to look at Connor before starting to wash at the male's shoulders, working around the wings. Quinn's other arm was settled lightly around Connor, gaze thoughtful but focused on being careful. "So, um.. the wing thing; how should I wash those?" He asked evenly, going for one of Connor's arms with the washcloth. Might as well ask and see what Connor did with them to be sure, right?

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Connor swallowed at the feel of Quinn's arm around him, the cloth over his back. Well.. this was new... His eyes closed slowly and he relaxed with the water running over his bare body, the supporting arm around his thin stomach. His own fingers reached to brush the tattoo over his heart. "Hm?" Quinn's question pulled him from his thoughts.

"O-Oh.. I j-just rinse and wipe them down.." As best he could with the things on his own back, at least. He ran a finger down his soapy arm, wiping it on Quinn's nose with a crooked grin his way. He didn't even know why he felt comfortable with the male.

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It was nice, just being here like this and washing over the male. Connor seemed to be somewhere else for a minute, but Quinn didn't mind, just waiting to see if he might need to repeat the question or not. No big deal. But Connor had answered, and there was a nod. Rinse and wipe down. That worked well enough for him, so he'd get to that. "Okay." He responded idly, aiming to wash the other arm, just as his nose was adorned with soap. Quinn grinned back at Connor, sent a light, quick kiss to the male's jawline before finishing the other arm.

Then he carefully turned Connor more to start washing at the male's chest, then over ribs, stomach, sides. It occured to Quinn after a few moments that he was quite aware of Connor being naked, but he'd kinda seperated his mind from that sort of thing. Like a secondary notion in his brain to wash first, think dirty later. Quinn found he very much liked the loose, playful manner of the shower right now; no need to mess with that. So when he crouched down to wash down Connor's legs and other lower parts, he did it with a friendly sort of indifference before standing back up and washing under Connor's wings and lower.

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Connor smiled faintly at the kiss to his jaw, blue eyes slitting. He turned obediently so Quinn could begin to wash his front, eyes watching the male warily as he began to scrub lower. It brought a little more discomfort that scars there could be seen, the scar of teeth around a place that never should have been scarred like that. He couldn't deny his own father was a morbid creature. Sick. Maybe it's where Connor got it.

But Quinn was gentle enough, and Connor relaxed. He had barely realized he had even tensed in the first place. A thin hand rested on the side of the shower, blue eyes fixed on the other male before him, never wavering.

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As far as twisted went, Quinn had never been inclinded to bite, well, that particular area on a male. It was still a bit of an effort to put his lips there at all more often then not, though he's done it. Like the time Quinn had wanted to give Connor some pleasure before taking his own... Either way, there was nothing messed up that Quinn was thinking while he washed over the male, not allowing any questioning to be done over the scars he saw on Connor's skin. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen them before, but he figured it was best not to ask about some of these things.

Either way, Quinn hadn't reacted when Connor had tensed, just washing to the same gentle pace as before. It was good that the male did finally relax, and Quinn took that time to scoot to the side a little. "Spread a wing, please." Came the even words, waiting for Connor to do that so he could wipe said wing down before going to do the same for the other one, then instructing the male to turn so he could get the backs as well. "These must be a bitch to dry..." He observed lightly, tapping the wing so Connor could settle it back.

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Connor watched him finish and move aside, and he carefully spread one wing each in turn for Quinn to wash. It had been a pain to even learn how to control the things, the way the nerves were, like moving any other limb. "Mm, y-yeah," He huffed. He tucked his wings close again as Quinn finished, then grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair, rinsed his body and each wing. He felt a lot better now, though. A lot more awake, too, and wondered if Quinn would like the favor returned. Connor gently took the rag with a smile, motioning for Quinn to turn around as he reapplied soap.

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Most of the abilities were probably difficult to learn how to use in their own ways, because getting the hang of the fire wasn't without some mistakes. Quinn had set fire to a few things, not to mention melting a bunch of other things before getting the handle on it. At this point he had it pretty much under control, which was good considering how dangerous it could be. Another reason why he hadn't been too close to anyone here until Connor arrived. Quinn had been doing good for awhile at that point, and then things just sort of happened...

He stood back as Connor washed his own hair and rinsed off. Quinn let his thoughts wander on the things he probably had to do this week. He blinked out of it when Connor took the rag, and at the motion to turn around, Quinn hesitated. "Um.." But he quickly pushed away any issues and turned, peering at Connor with a curious smile; relaxed and waiting for the feeling of being washed.