@frozenintimc asked: The kid is sick, the kid is sick and he needs someone to help him. Someone who is willing to take the child to a hospital where he can't, he can't speak, he can't read. But if he leaves Chris the child would die. Ron begging to grab someone's attention, but other's around him seemed to push him aside or ignore him, until he saw someone. With desperate attempt the experiment held them by the hand, looking with puppy dog eyes, begging for help.
coffee in his hand. making his way through the array of people. THERE WAS WORK THAT NEEDED TO BE DONE.
quinn needed to finish his draft he had been working on for his blog. it wasn’t anything too exciting, more-or-less just an update about a previous case he had closed a month ago. while he needed to handle that, there was also a case he had required by a client. someone who wanted a background check on an employee. it was... MUNDANE, to say the least. really, and truly, everything in his life was.
avoiding people. he didn’t need them IN HIS WAY. taking a sip of his coffee that was still hot and ripe with caffeine. the world blurry around him as he focuses on what’s to be done. or, it had been blurry, until he feels a hand around his, STOPPING HIM. he hadn’t even noticed the man. blended in with all the other faces. quinn’s stopped at he looks into those PLEADING EYES...
and his own couldn’t be more cold.
there’s a moment where it’s certain the reporter would snatch his hand away. move on. forget someone even touched him. but something catches his eye. something that makes him STAY. ----- the collar on the man’s neck. ron in bold letters, imprinted right on the front.
cold eyes turn into analytical ones. he’s interested for now. “wh-what?” he’d ask, absolutely clueless on what this stranger could possibly ask from him.