Quinn shrugged. "Nah, it's not that. It's just that I don't bother going…like, "is this a breakfast food?" I just kind of make whatever I wanna eat, because…I mean, I live alone." He shrugged a little, still working on the flapjacks.
"Must be nice to be able to do that," Antonio commented quietly as he watched him work.
He let out a faint breath. "I…yeah, I guess so." he replied with another little shrug.
Antonio watched him silently after that. He didn't know what else to say.
Quinn continued to work on the flapjacks, humming quietly as he did.
Antonio stayed silent as he listend to Quinn hum.
Quinn finished making the flapjacks. "Can you take these to the table, and I'll get out the condiments?" He said, holding the plate of hot flapjacks out to Tony.
"Of course," Antonio replied taking the plates with a smile. He walked it over to the table assuming Quinn was getting syrup and not ketchup.
Quinn was indeed getting syrup, along with some butter, carrying them carefully to the table. He set them there, and then picked up plates and silverware, setting them on the table.
Antonio moved to sit down in the chair he had last night as he looked at the table, "This looks good Quinn."
Quinn smiled a little. "Thanks." He replied, sitting down and serving himself a few flapjacks.
"It's nothing," Antonio replied putting a few pnacakes on his own plate before he dumped syrup all over them.
He shrugged a little bit, spreading butter over them, and then taking the syrup.
Antonio had a smile on as he bit into the pancake.
Quinn started to eat quietly, the only sound the soft clink of his fork and knife on his plate
Antonio followed suit not wanting to talk if Quinn didn't.
Quinn continued eating, considering what to do. The outskirts of the city…not safe in the evenings, so they'd have to go tomorrow.
Antonio was in a bit of thought trying to figure out the best way to ask Quinn to get the answers he needed.
Quinn tapped his fingers on the table for a moment, still eating.
Antonio hummed slightly before letting out a slight sigh. He had no idea how to approach the topic.
Quinn looked up at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You alright?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah," Antonio hummed as he looked back at Quinn, "Just thinking."
Quinn nodded a little bit. "Mm. Alright." He replied with a quick smile.
Antonio hesitated a momentbefore asking Quinn, "Are you thinking about anything?"
He shrugged. "Just…how to get out to the outskirts. That's all." He replied.