forum "This City smells like Smoke and Death" // OxO // Closed

Started July 27, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Quinn let out a breath, still coming to terms with the fact of who Tony was. "This is…"

Antonio made a slight noise of acknowledgment hearing Quinn speak. He wasn't going to say anything though.

"Sorry." He muttered, closing his eyes and chewing faintly on his lower lip.

"You're fine," Antonio responded not having much else to say.

He stood, pacing across the room and back again.

Antonio decided to leave Quinn to it and tried to figure out what to do with himself.

He was thinking, trying to figure out how to process all of this as he paced.

Antonio watched Quinn for a moment before getting up and heading towards the kitchen to see if he could make anything.

Quinn kept pacing, a faint frown on his face.

Antonio found some ingredients and began to make something for both of them.

He flopped down on the couch again, still frowning.

Antonio hummed softly under his breath as he cooked.

He chewed on his lip a little, raking his hand through his hair.

Antonio glanced over to where Quinn was before going back to what he was doing.

Quinn glanced over at Tony for a moment, then away again.

Antonio continued to make the meal glancing over at Quinn.

Quinn chewed on the inside of his cheek faintly.

Antonio began to hum just slightly louder.

He glanced over quietly, eyebrows pulled together in a faint frown.

Antonio continued to do what he was doing trying to ignore the tension in the house.

He finally ran his hands through his hair. "We, uhm…really have to get you home."

"I guess," Antonio replied glancing at Quinn.

He bit his lip a little, closing his eyes. "Do I…why do I need to come, again?" He had lived in this city all his life. The idea of leaving…scared him.

"Becuase, becuase I can't adequately describe what's happened here. What is happening here," Antonio explained choosing his words carefully.

He shook his head faintly. "Okay, but…why me? I'm not…I'm not exactly the oldest person here, or…" He trailed off, unsure.

"I, uh, feel the most comfortable with you," Antonio replied looking over at him, "You know, since you took me in so readily and all. And it's a long way from here to my home."

Quinn ran his hands through his hair, agitated. "I…I need to sleep on it, alright?" He said.

"Yeah, that's completely fine with me," Antonio nodded watching Quinn.

He nodded a little. "Yeah. Of…of course." He said slowly. "I…"

Antonio stayed quiet waiting to see if Quinn finished his thought.