[QUINN] Mindless Maturity

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor blinked, looking over at Quinn, straight enough to still realize what was going on. He laid down next to the male, pressing a cool hand to his cheek. "Br-reathe.." He murmured, kissing his forehead, rubbing his back slowly. They really didn't need another repeat of what had happened.

[tarquin finley ellis]

His eyes snapped open at the touch of a cool hand to his cheek, and he heard the murmured words, trying to even out the breathing through the stabs of pain in his chest. He was soothed bu the kiss to his forehead and the rubbing at his back, enough to relax more. He felt calmer moments later, his breathing and heartbeat becoming much more steady. He looked at Connor in silence, at a loss of what to say to the male now that everything was said and done. He supposed the staff knew who they were and it was only a matter of time before they got into trouble for everything, but Quinn couldn't just let them beat on Connor like they were.

Though helping the male get drugs again probably was just as helpful as letting Connor get beaten. It certainly didn't look like it was doing any good to the male's health at all. Quinn sighed at the thought of that. At least Connor appeared to be more at ease with drugs in his system. "Do you feel better now?" He asked quietly, not having any want to get up just yet. It was fine, just laying there for now.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hummed, content. "Yeah." Heurmured. Probably past okay. Maybe if he was rationed, weaned off of it, he could get better. But not left to his own devices like so.
He cleared his throat, setting that packages of drugs, needles and razor blades aside, slipping his lighter into his pocket as he sat up. He leaned against the wall, dilated eyes peering down at Quinn. It wouldn't be long before he was numb, or a drugged hazed mess.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He doesn't think of these things; what could possibly make Connor better. He wants to help the male, but it's hard enough trying to deal with all the things he doesn't remember and the fact that if he was as horrible of a person as he now believed himself to have been, there were bound to be some issues from that. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle all of that, though if pointed in the right direction to help Connor -- who he did want to still try and be friends with -- then he'd do that. If he could, if the male would let him help.

At least right now Connor said he was feeling better, even if he didn't quite look it. Not so crazed, anyway. Guess that was good. Quinn's gaze idly followed what Connor was doing, and once the male was leaning against the wall and looking at him, Quinn peered back. Was he suppost to do something? Say something else? Was Connor even going to be there enough for a conversation? Or maybe would he be more prone to talking about things all drugged up? Did Quinn want to know? "Would you rather I not try to be your friend now, after everything?" He had to ask, had to know.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was more comfortable with being touched by Quinn now that it had happened. He slumped at the question. "No..I-I missed you. I just-...All I c-can offer is fr-riendship.. Nothing more. C-can't hurt you like that.."

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn would have to admit that he wasn't sure how comfortable he was with touching Connor. Sure, he found himself quick to try and hold the male up or carry him away from danger, but that was more instinct to help then anything else. He was iffy on any other thing. To him, Connor was still very much of a stranger, even if they had been friends once. Or whatever they'd been. It seemed confusing when Quinn tried to put the pieces of what's been said together. It doesn't form anything that Quinn understands. It's better to just let it go.

When Connor answers the question, Quinn does feel a little relieved at the words. At least he wasn't being pushed away. And he wasn't asking for anything more. Wasn't expecting it. Friendship was good enough. He was more then okay with that. He nodded to Connor. "That's fine. I'm not asking for more. From what I gather, I have no right to even ask for friendship, though I'm glad you are willing to try." And he was glad for that.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor just nodded, staring at the opposite wall. It didn't cross his mind that he didn't know where they were, that there was staff banging on doors and looking now, or that Quinn wouldn't be punished as severely. He just shifted his weight, yawning. Numb.

[tarquin finley ellis]

More silence, and he lays there letting his mind take over. There isn't all that much to think about; mostly what's been said and done today, though Quinn was not yet sure what to make of it all. It was all so odd to him, and it made him wonder how crazy life must be here. There's so much he wants to ask but isn't sure he wants to know, but then; won't someone eventually tell him anyway? Should he not get it over with now and here? His gaze had drifted around the room they were in, wondering if he should just go out and surrender himself. There'd probably be food if he did...

Not that he would give up Connor, no. But if he just went and let them catch him, then that wasn't so bad. He could deal with that. And he would be found eventually anyway. Might as well get it over with. Still, he was going to muster up whatever it was that would get him to ask the burning question on his mind. A few more minutes. "Why did I do it? Why did I want to die?" The words sound strange from his lips, and he really couldn't figure out a good enough reason for it, for wanting to take his own life. Was that who he was? Had he been depressed or something?

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor drew in a slow breath. But no emotion crossed his face. No, the drugs hadn't left any behind. "I-I don't know. Maybe it was my f-fault." And so he went through the story, how they met, how Makism showed up and Connor was the reason for thwir fights. How Quinn controlled him, but Connor was okay with it because it was a shelter. The rape, the sex, the simpl sleeping mext to eachother. The confusing fights and tears and words and drugs. The wishing he'd never butted into Quinn's life in the first place. And Quinn's wish to have Connor pretend to love him. The acceptence of that wish. Then the heart attack. All of it. But each word cold, hard like metal on metal. No emotion dripped from the stammered phrases. Connor was just talking, letting it out, spilling a life story within a life story. And the sad part? It really wasn't even the worst part of his life.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It was like opening pandora's box. Chaos in his mind, just being there and listening to it all. He hadn't expected a whole story. He hadn't been ready for that. Quinn is numb as the words go on, as Connor tells him all of these things. He doesn't know how to react. He feels cold and sick, like it's all just a nightmare and there's no way out. He couldn't really believe the things he was hearing, the things that he'd done. And yet he knew it wasn't just made up. Who would make up something so terrible? It was messed up, and everything feels very unreal.

He's in stunned silence for a little while after the words have stopped. His mind is still spinning, his stomach turning. He was lost in his thoughts and it wasn't a fun place to be. He doesn't know what it was that shook him from it -- some noise from down the hall, probably -- but he got up in a sort of automated fashion, but the jolt to his system from moving just made it all crash back down on him, and he half stumbled to the trashcan to be sick, heaving up the contents of his stomach. Not that he'd had too much yet. With that done, he just slumped down again, sitting there with a dull expression.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor never budged as Quinn got up qnd got sick over the trash can. He just watched his in curious wonder, rubbing slowly at his arms. He was in a strange, numb calm. Until the door was busted open at least. Connor blinked, staring dumbfounded up at the staff.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Just that mindless look, that's the only expression on his face as he sits there. He doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to deal with these thoughts at all. Quinn doesn't even know if he wants to be in the same room as Connor right now, after hearing all those things. There wasn't much he could do about the information though, so it was just the silence and breathing. He still felt sick, but there was nothing left in his stomach.

He flinched, body jerking a little when the door was busted open, and he looked up at the staff without a sound. He didn't move, did not try to get up or get away. He simply sat there, letting whatever came happen. Right now he had no interest in fighting back or staying out of the hospital. None of that would change what was going on in his head right now. None of it would make it better. So he waited for them to decide what to do with him. He let it happen without a word or move against them.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor whimpered at the first hit, and the second. But by the third blow it was just as he was used to and he grunted as he was yankrd forward, wings yanked further out of the way, a kicked to the side, another hit. He gasped, coughing softly, tears falling. But all he was worried about was keeping his stash hidden until finallythey left him sprawled on the floor, beaten and bloodied. Then they were threatening Quinn that he better get Connor out of this room and to his own, and back in that hospital by morning if he didn't want more consequences.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He let himself blank out when they started kicking him around as well, quiet sounds at every hit until it stopped and he heard the words they were saying; the threats they were dishing out. Quinn nodded at what they were saying, simply wanting them to be gone and out of there right now. When they finally did leave, Quinn laid there for a minute or so more, trying to assess what hurt and didn't. He didn't really want to look up and see what they had done to Connor; knowing it was worse and hating that it was. But what could he really do at this point?

Quinn hadn't been in the right mental state to defend himself, let alone Connor. He groaned a little at how sore he was as he moved to get up, and finally he did look to where they had left Connor, seeing the male bloodied and beaten. Quinn moved achingly over to Connor and shifted the male's wings closer to Connor's back before cuddling the male close to him. It wasn't anything but the attempt to try and be soothing, though Quinn wasn't sure he could do that right now. He didn't even know what to say, so he stuck to the obvious. "I don't know where your room is..." He said quietly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor spit up blood from a busted nose and lip, caressing bruises. His aching wings were tucked close, and he stared blankly at the floor. "third door 'n th-the next ward." He slurred, coughing. He just..wasn't there. He didn't want to be there. But damn would he hurt by morning.