Quinn was very angry. Kent was the only person he had yet the man had left him for so long. He couldn’t find comfort in the man’s sister because she hated him. She hated him because she saw him as competition. He didn’t know why because it wasn’t like Kent loved him anything. He was just some damaged kid that just happened to be his friend. The boy leaned against the door frame and listened to the other. He really didn’t want to let Kent in. Their friendship was changing, and it was more so fading than staying in one piece.
He unlocked the door and stepped away as he opened it. “I don’t even know why I’m letting you in. You come and then you just come back whenever you feel like it.” Quinn said as he walked away from the door. “Shut it behind you, Kent.” His voice was cold and like usual, the boy didn’t jump into the older man’s arms or even greet him like usual. In his eyes Kent was ending up like everyone else.
Quinn probably wasn't aware of Kent's feeling for him and neither did the other. True they started of as good friends but things went downhill eversince college started. Being the man of the family, he felt the need to be responsible over everything -- his comatose mother, his sister and also Quinn since he was like a family to Kent. Someone he hold dearest. And money was always the issue and he'd have to overwork himself for that, which takes all the time away from home and it wasn't as if he asked his life to be in such a way. If given the chance, he'd wanted to go back to when everything was a bliss -- with his mother still awake and conscious to the world, and Catherine, not being needy and especially Quinn when he was so happy back there.
His trances of thoughts were disrupted by the sound of door unlocking and he looked up, finding the barrier between him and Quinn being opened. Kent offered a smile even if he was greeted with a cold shoulder, but he entered nonetheless, obeying the demand the other had asked him and closed the door behind me. He paused then, looking at the boy's back -- how he grew thinner, much thinner and it somehow saddened him. It means that Quinn hasn't been eating; the thought made him somewhat worried, but he exhaled, before moving closer as impulse had told him so, reaching for the younger male's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace from behind him.
"I've missed you" He muttered, face buried in soft locks. "And I'm very, very sorry"

















