it's not always black and white | Connor

[tarquin finley ellis]

No words from Connor and Quinn was a little more worried. Still, it wasn't as if the male didn't respond at all, so that was a good sign. When Connor scooted over, Quinn settled in that spot, taking his shoes off and folding his legs as he sat there. He wasn't sure what to do or say when Connor rolled over, feeling kinda out of place for the moment. That was happening alot lately, though it was only to be expected. He doesn't remember how it was and wasn't sure exactly how it should be. He was trying to be a good friend, but he didn't know how well that was working.

He reached out, then hesitated, frowning a little. He wasn't going to let impulse win over, no. "Do you mind if I touch your wings?" He asked lightly, unsure. Best to ask first rather then just go for it. Such a thing might be found as uncomfortable for Connor, and Quinn did not want to make the male any more uncomfortable when he was near then he probably already did. And another thing too; maybe Connor needed some water or something? "Can I get you anything?" He questions again, not too worried about going to the arcade in any kind of rush. If Connor wasn't feeling up to it, that was fine.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shook his head at the question about his wings.He really could have cared less. His head was pounding though., it had been for awhile, but it was starting to pass.
"I'm f-fine.." Far from it. Connor did want to go do something, but not right yet, so he didn't bother moving.

[tarquin finley ellis]

When the winged male shook his head at the question, Quinn gently lowered his hand to the feathers, fingertips tracing over the wing curiously. Wasn't that different from Calan's smaller feathers, though Connor's were a bit more ragged and such. Longer, frayed. And of course the color was different, though that had nothing to do with how it felt under Quinn's fingers. There was another question that came to mind, and it had something to do with the winged child just as much as it had to do with Connor. Because Quinn needed to know. "Was it very painful, when the wings happened?" He bit his lip after asking.

Quinn couldn't see how it wouldn't be, but he had to wonder just how bad it could be. Though aside from thoughts and questions over wings, Quinn heard the words of Connor being fine, and although he doubted that was true, he simply waited for the male to want to get up or whatever. So he just leaned back, and then laid on his back to look up at the ceiling while Connor took his time. Quinn wasn't worried, he cleared his schedual to hang out with his friend after a certain point anyway, and there wasn't anywhere he had to be. Though he'd probably get hungry again soon. Not that Quinn even remembered what it was like to not have traces of the injection running through him that made him want to eat so much. So it wasn't horrible.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shrugged. "I-I wasn't supposed to end up wth them, s-so yeah... Would h-have broke my back, k-killed me.. If they h-hadn't surgically o-opened everything up." He coughed, groaning and rolling onto his side some. The touch over his wings had relaxed him though, bloodshot eyes closing.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He tensed at the words, not liking the sound of that, not one little bit. Had Calan needed to go through that? Something that small.... if that's how it happened, it was a wonder the child had survived at all. He swallowed at the thought, closing his eyes for a moment and rubbing his face, feeling very unhappy over the whole matter. He took a breath after a moment, eyes opening again as Connor coughed and rolled to his side. Quinn peered at the male for a moment, frowning to know that his freind had gone through such a horrible thing.

He wished it didn't have to have been that way. "I wish you didn't have to go through that.." He said softly. But then, Quinn had put him through shit too, hadn't he? It made him cringe a little and look away. He didn't want to think about it or what it must have been like. Why he would even do such things to another person like that. The guilt twisted up inside him, causing a moment of vulnerablity as he shivered. He needed to push those thoughts away. They wouldn't do him any good.

[connor crayze sykes]

Another shrug. "H-happens," He mumbled, finally shifting his weight and sitting up. He took his medication quietly. It was ironic, really. He was practically killing himself, and yet he would take medicine.
Running a hand through his hair, he go up and stumbled to the bathroom, fixing his hair in the mirror, adding a little eyeliner to hide some of the red rimming around bloodshot eyes. He pressed his thin hands against the counter to still their shaking a moment as he gazed emotionlessly at his reflection, void, empty. Dead..

[tarquin finley ellis]

He sighed at the words, slinging an arm over his eyes and hoping he wasn't going to get a headache from these sorts of thoughts. He noted when Connor shifted and sat up, but he didn't move any, simply laying there and waiting for any words to come on if they were going anywhere just yet. But all he heard was the sound of the medicine bottle -- which was a good thing, he was glad Connor was taking it -- and then the bed shifted as the male got up. Quinn let his arm fall away and gazed absently after Connor as the male stumbled away.

Then Quinn was idly looking around the room, trying to keep his mind clear and distracted. He had to wonder if Connor would be tempted to cut, since the bathroom was where he'd done it yesterday. This made Quinn feel a bit nervous, but he'd wait a few moments to give Connor some time alone. But after it seemed long enough, he got up out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. He noted the eyeliner, the fixed hair and the way Connor was looking at himself. But Quinn said nothing, just waited.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor turned as he heard Quinn, absently wiping away stray tears. He fixed his lip ring, playing with it with his tongue, then sighed shakily. "R-ready?" He mumbled, scratching at an arm and pulling his wings close before leaving the bathroom and grabbing his water, slipping into his shoes before waiting patiently.

He hoped there wouldn't be a crowd considering the time of day. He really didn't want to deal with people. Didn't think he could right now.

[tarquin finley ellis]

His eyes flickered away and back when Connor turned while wiping away tears. He felt uneasy, as if he were intruding on something. Plus he didn't want to see his friend cry; that bothered him. But there was nothing he could do about it. All had been said and done and all Quinn could do was be there if Connor needed to talk or something. Which was why he was here now. He would do what he could, but he had to wonder how much that would be in the end. Quinn still needed his own life dispite his wish to help his friend out.

Then again, he supposed it kept him away from getting involved with anyone, which he probably didn't need anyway right now. They'd probably expect more from him then he could actually give. He shook these thoughts when Connor spoke and he simply nodded, walking over to put his shoes back on and going to the door as well, opening it up and starting for the arcade, but keeping a pace that Connor was using. He didn't want to get too far ahead or anything. Once they got to the arcade, he looked around, then got a bunch of coins and handed half to the male. "What first?" He asked, still looking at all the games.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor kept quiet as he walked, head down, avoiding people. As the entered the arcade, he tookthe coins with a shaking hand, placing them in his pocket with shaking hands. They could do gakes for tickets, or something together. Either way, with his hands shaking, he doubted he could get by without making a fool of himself. "Air h-hocky?"

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn simply followed suit, not giving out any overly friendly vibes when going past people, knowing that attention wasn't something that Connor wanted. With the coins gotten and all, he wondered what he might like to do, if anything would spike his interest within the arcade. He could try a number of things, but for now he'd let Connor decide what they did. At the words of air hockey, Quinn nodded. "Alright, that sounds fun." He responded, letting his eyes settle on the game. All of it was new and different to him now, so it seemed like fun.

He couldn't know if it really was, but what did that matter? He would find out. He walked over to one side of the air hockey table and grabbed one of the handle things and handed the other over to Connor before reaching for the puck disc thing and setting it in the middle of the table for putting the required coins in to turn it on once Connor was at the other side and ready. He'd let the male go first.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor leaned against the table, taking the piece in his left hand, the other hand bracong himself so he wouldn't fall over. Once the aor started and the puck began to drift, Connor hit it towards the other goal. He was still distracted though, couldn't focus well, and was most likely going to lose. Even so, it was better than sitting as shaking on his bed, right?

[tarquin finley ellis]

He watched the puck drift before Connor hit it, and he moved to block it and watching it ping-pong on over back to the male's side. Not a great pass, but he was still figuring out the specifics of the game. The general idea was obvious, though he had to ponder over the dynamics of how best to angle his hits. It was a neat game though, he had decided that already. His reflexes could come in handy, though he was still trying to get in control of those instead of only having them happen in rapid response to something like the first day he'd been up after the coma.

It was still a struggle trying to deal with that, and the fact that his muscles weren't in the best condition yet. It was going to take some time to get back to what they were, but Quinn would get to that. There was so much he had to re-learn, and he would take it one step at a time. Right now, this game was just another step in the right direction to getting there again. He ended up not blocking two passes before he got the hang of it and sent one in to Connor's corner. Well, it wasn't going horrible, even if the other male wasn't that attentive to the game. Might even it up, anyway.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor grunted as it waspocketed, and he removed it and sent it across the table again, coughing huskily. He missed the next shot or two as well, not paying much attention. But at least the game wouldn't go completely unscored. He'd had his fame in games like this as school, with friends. When he had had them, at least.
The game may have been evened out, but Connor was the one giving congratulations by the end.

[tarquin finley ellis]

That wasn't so bad, not at all. It had been a fun enough game in his opinion, and he'd play it again. There was nothing he could really remember about games he'd been good at, not that it mattered. He would find new games or whatever to be good at if he had the time for it. He probably wouldn't all that often anyway. He had a lot on his plate already as it was. Balancing out a social life with the want to continue his education and help out at the hospital was going to be tricky, certainly if he was trying to jumpstart on classes with the online thing as well as campus courses.

He still had to decide point blank at what he was going for. He had the general idea, but that was still up in the air as to which area of it. Had to be something he could do while here, anyway. That limited some options, but Quinn didn't mind too much. With the game over and congratulations given, he thanked Connor and turned to look at the other games. Then back. "What else should we try?" He asked lightly, perfectly fine with another two player game or something to do by himself; wasn't going to bother him any.