“Thanks-”
She steps into the house, although she has many times before with the same sob story. But it’s always the fact that he lets her in each and every time that stuns her. She could never get over that fact, she shakes her head, “Nothing to talk about. I was in his way, and that’s all there is to it. If we watch it you can’t ruin it for me, okay? You’re quicker than I am and I think I should at least get a chance to redeem myself before your brain kicks in.” She smiles softly, making way to the couch and pulling the same number of pillows around her as usual to prevent her from hurting herself.
“Oh,” is his only response as he shuts the door behind her softly. It’s wonderful to him, how comfortable he’s become with her presence in his house. It used to be different, more of a struggle to adjust. Now it seems as simple as waking up.
“Not fair, man,” Quinn chuckles, moving to seat himself next to her on the couch. He lets himself sag into the cushions a little, reaching for the remote to turn up the volume a few notches. “We have to be quiet. My aunt’s asleep upstairs.”
His glance catches on her face, but he quickly forces his gaze away. He wonders why she’s never commented on that, seeing as he does it so frequently.
