Brock could sense Quinn becoming more closed off the longer the silence went on, his body going rigid as he reached down to fumble with the hem of his shorts. “Yeah, I don’t know, it’s…” He started biting his lip nervously as his head shook at nothing. The pause stretched out to the point of feeling uncomfortable, and Brock could practically sense the monologue going on in Quinn’s head. “I just started thinking about Luke, and… I couldn’t stop, and I… yeah, I just couldn’t…” Quinn shrugged as he trailed off, his breathing getting faster. “Oh.” Brock didn’t know how to react. “Luke… Hughes?”
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