it's not always black and white | Connor

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn said nothing at the words between Connor and Christy about Colton -- now that he knew a name -- and simply handed Calan a cracker to munch on, offering one to Christy as well. He supposed that in a certain way Colton was attractive, but Quinn had been showing an odd disinterest in males after the coma. He may be more inclined towards them with the presence of certain hormone levels, but Quinn was now aware of such a thing, and thus less fine with cuddling. Which was obvious at this point. And anyway, Quinn didn't feel like he had time to be interested in anyone to begin with. He had too much to devote his life to as it was. Friends were enough.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor watched Christy take the cracker, walking with them silently until he reached the arcadedoor and opened it for them, lowering his gaze as he tried catching his breath. He managed a smile at Christy, watching her scamper inside.

[tarquin finley ellis]

There wasn't much to be said on the walk, and Quinn found himself biting into a cracker as well. When they reached the arcade and Connor opened the door, Calan tugged away from his hand and trotted after Christy, though was soon beelining for the game he'd been chattering around, lifting up the handle of the hammer thing and eyeing Quinn. Quinn, however, was already going to grab the right sorts of coins for everyone. Once he got a bunch of them, he handed everyone some. Calan was squealing with joy and already ramming them into the game to play it.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor hung back, not feeling so hot. But he watched Calan with a faint smile until Christy tugged his hand. "Game you said you 'n Adam used to play," She begged. Connor bit his lip, glancing at Quinn. Last time they'd played air hockey Connor hadn't had it in him to bring up his older brother.
Something about the way Christy said Adam's name had his throat tight, eyes burning. He hated it. He missed him so bad...
It was all his fucking fault.
Noddomg, he started towards the table, wings dragging the floor somberly.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn wasn't sure what to say when Connor hung back, nor when Christy brought up Adam and the game Connor used to play with him. He simply peered away from Connor, going over to the pinball game and noting the way that Connor went to the air hockey game with dragging wings. Calan was happily going on with his game, and so Quinn set down the bag of snacks and juice and played the pinball game, finding himself not so bad at it. He let himself focus on the game rather then think about anything going on, nor did he try to watch the air hockey game.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor played quietly. He used to be good. Adam had always been better. Discreetly letting Christy get a few goals, he kept up with her.
Maybe that was Connor's biggest problem. He couldn't let go of what he had caused. Of the fact that his brother;best friend, was really gone. Everything reminded Connor of him anymore. Maybe it was because that two year mark was coming up. But if was horrible. Connor barely noticed the tears falling down his cheeks as he stared at the table. It was only when Christy spoke that Connor snapped to reality, reaching to wipe his cheeks and missing the next goal.
Then Christy was moving towards him, hugging his legs. "I miss him too.." She whispered. "He's happy there with mama right?" She pointed up. Connor just nodded. But he felt like, if there were a Heaven and Hell, he knew exactly where his next stop would be.
"Come o-on. What else you wanna play? H-how 'bout the claw machines?"

[tarquin finley ellis]

There were no memories for him, not good or bad of his brothers. Nothing. Empty spaces of who his family was or had been, who he had been before all of this. He knows things told to him, but it isn't the same. In some ways he has accepted that this is a good thing. It messes with him to know that bad things he'd done, and how ever could Quinn get past the fact that he had caused Roman's death? <i>Made</i> it happen. He can partly understand some of the basic concepts behind doing it, but with that said, Quinn hasn't been able to grasp how he'd gotten into the intial problem. Must be things that involved memories to know. Made him feel sick to his stomach to think about it though. Yet, there were other things he'd done that made him feel sick that he had to face a little more... close to home. He plays the game, trying not to think about any of those things, even if the conversation he could overhear caused him to.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor helped Christy win two stuffed animals, one of which was a purple bear she ran over to Calan to offer happily. Connor had noticed how fast the kid was growing. It was too bad, Christy seemed so fond of him. It would be hard to try and explain. He could only hope that, if Calan did cap out and stop growing as fast, he would be able to be friends with Chriaty. It wasn't right for her to be socially cut off from kids at her age. She needed those skills..
This place was so messed up. After giving the bear to Calan, she scampered back so they could go play something else.

[tarquin finley ellis]

At the offered purple bear, Calan grinned brightly at her and took it with a thanks, hugging it to himself, then reaching to hug her as well. After that was done, he put coins in the game he'd been playing and tried to hand her the hammer thing to bop the animal things popping up. But Christy was already scampering away, so he went back at it. He was growing fast, but of course he didn't notice anything different or off about it, at least not yet. Eventually he would notice how strange it was, even about himself. Quinn had some trouble adjusting to it, knowing that things were changing so rapidly for the boy, and it was going to be hard to explain to Calan what was going on or why. Mostly, Quinn simply did not know why it had been done in the first place. Not from his side of it. Not something he wanted to have to explain to Calan, at any rate. Quinn took a break from pinball and sat down to watch idly.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor was leaning against a guitar hero machine, smirking as he watched Christy with it. He wasbsort of enjoying himself, and it was perhaps one of the first times in a long time. Especiallyhere.

[tarquin finley ellis]

It wasn't bad, hanging out like this with the kids. Quinn could possibly get used to doing stuff like this every so often until Calan no longer found it interesting. Or until it was just strange; Quinn wasn't sure how all that would work for the boy. Or anyone else around him. After a little while Quinn offered the three others snacks and juice, nabbing up a juice himself while trailing Calan's growing interest in other games. Some he even had to lift the boy up to play, but that wasn't a bother. And of course he was stuck with carrying the bear around so it didn't get lost. And Calan made sure to check that he didn't set it down for long, which amused Quinn.