jonmarrok (jonmarrok) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-19 23:33:00 |
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Current location: | Quinn's House |
Current mood: | melancholy |
Entry tags: | place: la, ~jon marrok, ~quinn draper |
Dinner & Confessions
Who: Jon Marrok & Quinn Draper
Where: Quinn's House
When: Today
What: Dinner & Confessions
Jon: Staring at the slip of paper he held in his hand, Jon doubled checked with the number on the house he was parked in front of and the one written down. They matched. He was now sitting outside of Quinn's house with his chest pounding crazily from the nervous excitement he felt. It took some inner coercing but he finally managed to will himself out of the car, up on the front porch, and to knock on the door. Soon he would be alone with the werewolf who had attacked him and his baby brother only a few weeks before. Whether it was a good or bad thing, he wouldn't know until the evening progressed...right?
Quinn: Unlike Damon, who didn't care how he looked when he opened the door, Quinn had neighbors with little kids running amuck. Not to mention it wouldn't be really appropriate for him to answer the door shirtless and find one of his married, female neighbors at the door now would it? The lycan was on his back porch, his signature brown paper clove cigarette stuck between his lips, reading a Sherlock Holmes novel when he heard the knock on the door. Standing, Quinn set aside his cigarette and book, pulling on the t-shirt he'd been wearing until he got home and headed back into the house to answer the front door.
He was a little surprised to find Jon on his front porch, "J-Jon..." Quinn glanced at his watch, wondering why the other lycan was early, only to find that Jon was right on time. Once again, the Watcher had gotten absorbed into a book. Pulling the door open wider, Quinn stepped aside so Jon could enter
Jon: "You seem surprised to see me," Jon said with a few quick blinks. "Uh you said to come by tonight. Is it a bad time now?" As if someone were watching him, the younger of the two glanced over his shoulder toward his car then looked back at Quinn. "I can go and come back another time." However, that was the last thing he really wanted to do.
Quinn: A smile formed on Quinn's lips just as he raised a hand to run through his long hair. Shaking his head, he gestured for Jon to come inside, "No, I was out back reading." He chuckled, "I, uh...tend to lose track of time when I'm absorbed in a book." The lycan looked sheepishly at Jon and shrugged.
Jon: Jon smiled wide and even chuckled lightly as he finally stepped inside. "I do the same thing too some times." he remarked. "What were re engrossed in?"
Quinn: Shutting the door behind the other werewolf, Quinn escorted Jon to the back porch. Heading down the short hall, passing the double glass doors of his study with a desk crammed full of books and the computer and into the kitchen. The Watcher gestured to the fridge and invited Jon to, "Help yourself to anything in there."
The doorwall to the back porch and yard, was directly across from the hall they'd come from. The back porch, which was really a small deck, overlooked the fairly large backyard. Picking up both his cigarette and book, he tossed the novel of Sherlock Holmes to the other lycan. If Jon looked the book over, Quinn took the time to study the artfully decorated werewolf.
Jon: While at first glance, Jon appeared to be just a tad on the scrawny side, Quinn knew that appearances were always deceiving when it came to lycans no matter what flavor they were. Considering just how much visible skin his tattoo's covered, it wasn't hard for the Watcher to imagine the rest of his torso sported a similar smattering of tattooing. Curious, Quinn asked while gesturing vaguely at Jon's tattoo's with cigarette in hand, "How long did that take?"
Jon's eyes scanned over the cover of the book, unaware of the heavy gaze coming from Quinn. However, his senses were full of the other's scent, a mixture of spicy cologne mingled with that distinctive aroma of cloves all an unconscious attempt to cover up the wolf surely.
At Quinn's inquiry, Jon looked up at him with a dumbfounded look of confusion. "Huh? How long did what take?"
Quinn: A bark of laughter came from the cursed man and he gestured to Jon's tattoos again, "The tattoos, how long did it take?" Quinn asked just before finishing off the cigarette and grinding it out in the ashtray. Looking up at the other werewolf, the Watcher asked another question, "You want anything to drink?"
Jon: "Oh those." Jon chuckled at himself, a little embarrassed. "Ive been getting these done sine I was a kid. We have a tattooist in our pack and I use to let him practice on me where I could easy hide them. That was until I started running out of room. Luckily though, by then I was old enough my dad couldn't say much about it." Lifting his arm he examined the artwork there then nodded to Quinn. "If you got water or whatever that's fine to drink."
Quinn: Quinn nodded and disappeared back into the kitchen, re-appearing with a glass of water for Jon and a bottle of beer for himself. The Watcher reclaimed his seat and looked at Jon silently for a moment, taking a swig of beer before finally saying, "Okay...ask your questions."
Jon: The sudden demand caught Jon off guard. He had nearly forgotten why they had agreed to meet in the first place. He stuttered over his words at first and had to clear his throat with a small cough. "Well, uh...I guess the first thing to discuss is...how come you attacked us? Were we in your territory, because if that's the case, we didn't mean to be at all. Ash and I do not want any trouble because we'll have to go back to Montana."
Quinn: Quinn sighed, running a hand through his hair. Of course, he had to ask the complicated question first. Looking out over his backyard, the Watcher spread a hand to indicate it, "Jon...this is my territory and if I was normal, I would never attack you in it unless I was forced to." The lycan's jaw clenched, the muscle twitching a tad before Quinn lifted the beer bottle to his lips again and took another swig. Closing his eyes, Quinn rubbed a finger against the thin lid as he tiredly answered Jon's real question, "What happened that night with you and your brother shouldn't have happened." Finally, Quinn opened his eyes and turned his head to look the other werewolf in the eye, "That night, my restraints...broke and I got out of the house." He still wasn't sure how he managed that without breaking something.
Jon: It was almost mind blowing to Jon that someone would purposely restrain themselves during the full moon. With him being a born werewolf, he had the ability to control himself during the change; of course it took years of training from his pack to reach the point to be on his own however. So the knowledge that that was what Quinn had to do to himself every month, saddened Jon. He frowned hard, shaking his head. "I want you to know, we don't hold any ill feelings for it. No one was hurt badly and well, I just wanted to know exactly what happened. But how can you live that way? Locking yourself up, locking your beast up?"
Quinn: "Because, Jon," Quinn stood, looking down at the other wolf before stepping over to the doorwall with his beer in hand and sliding the door open, "I'm not normal, even by our standards. If I was allowed to roam free, I'd kill someone." He was damn lucky that night that he hadn't.
Quinn stepped over the threshold and back into the kitchen where he opened the fridge again and pulled out two steaks. Dropping them on the counter, the Watcher stepped back outside to light up the grill and grab another cigarette.
Jon: Jon watched the older werewolf, slightly taken aback by his statements. "I've heard about those like that. That get so out of control they would even kill their own child if left to do so." He stood to go stand next to Quinn. "You weren't born into the curse were you? Something...attacked you?"
Quinn: The Watcher had an old school charcoal grill and Quinn watched the coals smolder a moment before turning a wry smile to Jon and shook his head in answer, "I was born cursed." Then with his hands, Quinn made of those cheesy, "ooooh, aaaah, scary!" kind of gestures. Poking at the grill one more time, the lycan added, "A witch, just before everyone and their mother started burning them at the stake, cursed one of my male ancestors." Quinn took a drag on his cigarette, the scent of cloves curling about the two wolves, "Ever since then, all the males in my family get furry three days a month."
Jon: "Oh...wow" Was all Jon could manage to reply with. He glanced from Quinn to the hot coals and back again several times, unsure of what to even say really. He managed to mutter a heartfelt apology along with, "Have you ever thought of learning to control your beast?"
Quinn: As Quinn walked away toward the house, he paused at the question and turned back, "It took me three years to control the rage in my human form. It's next to impossible in my wolf form." The lycan disappeared into the house, re-emerging carrying the two steaks on a plate and stuck them on the grill.
Quinn: "You got a glimpse of how nasty I am that night, Jon." He glanced to the other werewolf, "Do you honestly think that kind of rage can be controlled?"
Jon: Jon was wide eyed, staring back at Quinn, feeling a little afraid of the other man now. Who...no WHAT exactly was he dealing with here with this man? He considered leaving and that would probably be the best thing in the long run, but he was also too intrigued and well, let's face it, strangely attracted to him even more now that he was learning about his true nature.
"No I guess it can't." Jon finally replied, looking away from Quinn. "I've heard of your kind but really thought it was more of the sort of stories our father told us to scare us from talking to other packs."
Quinn: Most days Quinn accepted his situation, despite his efforts to somehow undo this curse on him and his family. Most days the Watcher could convince himself that he'd find something to help him...But since that night he'd attacked Jon and his brother, Quinn wasn't feeling all that positive about his situation.
The lycan checked the steaks before moving away to take a seat on the steps leading off the deck. A puff of smoke came from him after he took another drag off the cigarette, "Well, now you know better." Quinn said a bit bitterly.
Jon: "I feel like I've offended you or something" Jon said as he took a seat next to Quinn and pulled his own pack of cigarettes out from his back pocket. After placing one between his lips, he realized he'd lost his lighter...again.
Quinn: A sigh slipped from Quinn's lips at the words of the other wolf. Closing his eyes, the Watcher rubbed them and shook his head, "No, Jon..." Quinn opened his eyes to see that tattooed man had no lighter again and the Watcher dug out his own, flicking it to life and lighting the end of Jon's cigarette. With a resounding clink, Quinn flicked the Zippo shut as he said, "That night with you and your brother," He shrugged, "I think it finally hit home that...there's nothing I can do about this curse. I'm stuck with it and I'm feeling just a tad," Quinn lifted his index and thumb, holding them close together, "Sorry for myself at the moment." A slow smile curved his lips and he took a hit off his own cigarette.
Jon: After the cigarette was puffed to lift, Jon pulled it from his mouth, blew the smoke over his head and sighed. "We all go through times like that. Don't beat yourself up though. You weren't in control, so technically it wasn't YOU that did anything. It's a crazy kinda logic but I think it works." Looking at Quinn, Jon offered a crooked grin, hoping he could make the guy feel a little better about things.
Quinn: Quinn's smile widened a bit, softening the strained look on his face and making him look a couple years younger. The wolf clapped Jon on the shoulder as he stood and went to check on the steaks.
Jon: Jon watched Quinn and said, "Those smell great. But, I didn't know you were cooking or else I would've brought something to add to the meal."
Quinn: Flipping the steaks, Quinn shrugged, "Ah, don't worry about it, man." He jabbed a thumb toward the doorwall, "I got plenty of food in the fridge you can pick from." The Watcher hadn't been sure what Jon liked so he'd gotten two kind of potato salad along with two kind of pasta salad and chips.
Jon: "No need to go all out for me" Jon said. "I'm a simple meat and potatoes guy really." He glanced around as he finished off his smoke then asked. "Is there anything I can do to help though? I'm actually a pretty good cook...or so Ash says."
(8:47:51 PM) Quinn: Quinn chuckled, "Well, you're in luck 'cause that's what I got in the icebox."
Jon: Jon chuckled as he stood and stubbed his cigarette in an nearby ashtray then wiped his hands off on his pants. "So what are you majoring in at school?"
Quinn: A chuckle came from Quinn over at the grill, "Believe it or not, library science." The werewolf ducked back inside real quick, reappearing with a steak knife and fork to check the status of the steaks while asking Jon, "How do you like cow? Somewhat dead, pretty dead, or dead as a doornail?" Translation: Rare, Medium, or freakin' done.
Jon: "What do you think?" Jon snorted with a smirk. "I like it to still be mooing."
(11:43:24 PM) Quinn: Quinn smirked as well, stabbing at one of the steaks and placing it on one of the plates he'd brought out at one point. Disappearing inside once more, the lycan returned with the various potato and pasta salads along with eating utensils before spearing the remaining steak onto the other plate. Handing over one plate, Quinn said, "Help yourself to whatever else you want." The Watcher took a seat at the outdoor table he had set up on the small deck.
Jon: Jon did just that then sat across from Quinn, his mouth watering from the aroma of the steak as it assaulted is nose. Because of school and such, he'd not eaten much that day at all. Then, he immediately cut into the meat and placed a good sliver in his mouth. It was delicious and Jon showed the evidence in that how he hummed his appreciation, chewing it slowly to savor it.
Quinn: A chuckle came from the Watcher at the appreciative food noises coming from the opposite side of the table. "Well, at least I know I can grill a steak."
Jon: "Yeah, you can" Retorted the younger pup with a wide toothy grin, a chunk of meat in the side of his mouth still. "I've never attempted using a grill before. My specialty lies in Italian dishes. My step mom taught both Ash and I how to cook. He doesn't enjoy it so much though."
Quinn: Just after Quinn washed down a mouthful of pasta, he gestured with his fork toward the grill, "Come over any time you want a crack at the grill." It would be good to have someone come over, to have another wolf in the house. While Quinn didn't miss pack politics, there were other things he missed about not being in one, like the companionship.
Jon: "Is that the only excuse I can use to come over again?" Jon asked with a cocky air to his voice. His mouth curled into a crooked smirk. Though his heart raced from how nervous it made him to flirt, especially with how attractive he found Quinn, he was attempting it regardless.
Quinn: The Watcher was oblivious to Jon's inner feelings. Quinn's own were...kind of up in the air; While he liked Jon, the cursed werewolf wasn't sure what he liked. Did Quinn like Jon because he was another werewolf? Or was it out of the need to have a friend who wasn't a girl destined to save the world over and over again? The guy didn't even consider that there was the possibility that Quinn was attracted to Jon for other reasons because...it just didn't occur to him at the moment.
Despite the confusion of what he felt, Jon's joke pulled a smile from Quinn's lips and he chuckled, shaking his head, "No, that doesn't have to be the only excuse." The Watcher ate more of his steak before adding, "You can come over any time you like. Just..." Quinn shrugged, "Be prepared for me doing a lot of studying." That was the best way he could describe the work he did for the Council.
Jon: Jon laughed, looking down to his plate and cut off another slice of meat. "Oh, I know how that is. Finals week is coming up. Studying seems to be all I've been doing lately. I sort of think I must have been half crazy to actually WANT to go to college. heh."
Placing the food into his mouth, he looked back at Quinn and before he lost the nerve he asked, "So do you have a...girlfriend or anything like that?"
Quinn: The lycan let Jon think whatever he wanted about Quinn's "studying," if the time came to reveal what his true job was then Quinn would wrestle with that obstacle when he came to it. Shaking his head while he had more pasta salad, the Watcher washed it down with another swig of beer, "No...I, uh..." Quinn didn't say anything for a moment thinking of Sofia again. While Quinn had been sure there had been a mutual attraction between the two of them, the she-wolf had disappeared before anything happened. The werewolf cleared his throat and shook his head, "No, I'm not seeing anyone."
Jon: "That's...good" Jon said before he realized it and could feel his cheeks burning as they turned a soft hue of pink. Quickly, he lowered his head again in an attempt to hide it, grabbed his drink and downed the entire contents in a few hard swallows.
Quinn: Another chuckle came from the Watcher and he stood, grabbing Jon's glass and ducked back inside to refill it with water. Returning, Quinn set the glass in front of Jon and took his seat again, helping himself to some potato salad, "Honestly, I'm really too busy to date."
Jon: Some disappointment showed on his face. He couldn't read Quinn easily and that was disheartening as well. But Jon was determined to find out more about this man. If things never went in the romantic direction, at least he could have a friend. "School can drain all your time. I've not dated any since I started the semester." Then Jon let out a one breath laugh. "Who am I kidding...I haven't dated really since high school."
Quinn: For whatever reason, Jon's words hit home for Quinn. It made him realize that...the former Alpha had never actually dated. Looking back at his time in the Razorbacks, the lycan saw nothing but a near endless string of hook-ups and no real relationships. That thought saddened Quinn, which he expelled in a sigh but then forced himself to smile a little and reply, "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time when classes are done for the summer."
Jon: "Yeah, so should you" Jon retorted with a soft smile. "You know, if you ever wanna get a drink or something or go to a show, we could go together...just two guys hanging out, y'know?" God he knew he sounded stupid and was so glad when he finally shut up.
Quinn: "You know..." Quinn started to say, pausing briefly to finish off the bottle of beer, "I wonder if I even should." He looked across the table at Jon, sitting back in his chair a moment, "You've seen what I'm capable of." The lycan gave a somewhat bitter laugh, "I'm downright vicious when I turn furry. Should I honestly subject someone else to that three days out of the month?"
Jon: Jon shrugged. "Maybe if it was someone else that turned furry like that, it wouldn't be...so bad, right?" There was that subtle smirk on his lips again being flashed at Quinn from across the table.
Quinn: That slight smirk was oddly reassuring to Quinn and it prompted a small smile from himself toward the other werewolf. A soft chuckle came from the Watcher and he shrugged, "What the hell...maybe you're right." Quinn helped himself to more steak.
Jon: That simple response, though not certain it was directed at him even remotely, gave Jon some hope there could be a small chance at more with Quinn. Now the only obstacle was to find out if he had any interest in guys at all. Jon, being the sort that never dated much anyway, was horrible at such things. He'd just have to trust his gut instincts perhaps.
"I mean, in my pack, they encourage us to only befriend other werewolves as well as date them. Our alpha, my father, said it always made things easier. Less to explain, and all that."
Quinn: "Your father is right," Quinn said as he cut up the last of his steak. Spearing a piece onto his fork, the lycan eyed it a moment taking a bit. When he'd finished, Quinn continued, "Keeping things...in house, as it were...makes things easier to deal with. Humans sometimes have a difficult time understanding our ways, our...rules."
Jon: Jon nodded to show he agreed, "The problem I have though, er...had, was there was a huge age gap in my pack between Ash and I and the others. We are the youngest, born a little late if you know what I mean? So really all Ash and I had were each other to hang out with. The rest of the pack were all so much older."
Jon: "That's why I decided to go to school here. Hoping to meet others of my kind or hell, just anyone really."
Quinn: Quinn could relate, in a way. The circumstances were vastly different, but the former Alpha could understand the need to connect with anyone closer in age to Jon and his brother. His anger all those years ago, at his father, at the witch who'd cursed his family, had driven Quinn to run away when he was just 13. He hadn't seen his parents since then; His shame was what kept him away now and the only way he'd see them again was if he was able to come back with a solution to the horrible curse laid on him and his family. Quinn nodded in understanding, "Yeah...I get that."
Jon: "Well, though the circumstances aren't the best in the world," said Jon with a shrug and gestured to Quinn across the table, "It's worked so far."
Quinn: With a smile, Quinn polished off the last of his steak and sat back in his chair again, pushing aside his plate. "That's good to hear." He grew quiet a bit, watching Jon before asking, "So, what are you studying?"
Jon: Those eyes on him made Jon's heart speed up even more than it already was. He almost couldn't bring himself to look back at Quinn without feeling a rush of heat come over his face. This guy had to notice the reaction for sure.
"I'm majoring in psyche." Jon replied. "The way the human mind works has always fascinated me. I'm hoping to delve into the supernatural side of it all as well once I get my bachelors degree."
Quinn: Psych...Somehow, Quinn found this completely appropriate for Jon. While the other werewolf was certainly shy, it had been the Watcher's experience that the quiet ones usually had the best ideas as they spent so much time in their heads.
There were rare days where Quinn wondered what he career path would be if he hadn't decided to pursue a way to rid himself of the witch's curse. Would, he too, go into Psychology or something else entirely? Quinn would never know now.
Standing, Quinn picked up his empty plate and bottle, gesturing to Jon to see if he was done while asking, "Do you enjoy it?"
Jon: Jon grabbed his own plate and stood as well, signalling he would help clean up. "Oh yeah, a lot. Especially the whole criminal mind aspect. It's my favorite subject. I've just always been interested in that sort of thing since I was a kid."
Quinn: The mention of the criminal mind gave Quinn pause both mentally and physically. It was a verbal reminder to the lycan that his past wasn't exactly as...nice as it was now. "Really..." Quinn said, clearing his throat just before he toed the doorwall open and slipped inside the kitchen.
Jon: "Yeah. It's such an interesting field. Like, did you know that murder is the least committed crime? But it's the most publicized. The way the media harps on those events causes it to seem like it's the only thing that ever happens anymore."
Quinn: "I didn't know that," Quinn admitted, putting his dishes in the sink and turning the water on. He stuck his hand under the onslaught of water, fingers wriggling while he waited for the water to get hot. When he'd been Alpha and checked the papers to see if whatever his pack had done been reported or not. They'd all laughed every time it came up as a wild animal attack.
Jon: "Yeah I didn't either." Jon moved to stand next to Quinn, giving him a sideways glance with a chuckle. "I'm a professional at washing dishes. Need some help? It's the least I can do for the great dinner you fixed."
Quinn: Quinn smiled and leaned toward Jon to grab a towel that lay near the drying rack. Picking it up, the Watcher handed it to Jon and said, "You're a guest, so you get to dry dishes."
Jon: Taking the towel, Jon frowned disapprovingly but decided he'd do as his host asked. Quickly that frown disappeared though as he let his gaze linger on Quinn for a little longer than he would have liked to allow. The urge to suddenly kiss the other man flaring. With a blush, Jon turned his head quickly and began drying a dish that hadn't even been washed yet unbeknownst to himself.
Quinn: Which Quinn completely noticed that Jon was attempting to dry and dirty plate and tried very hard not to laugh about. Of course, he failed miserably and handed a clean dish over while taking the dirty one off Jon's hands, "This might work out better for you, you Drying Fiend."
Jon: At that realization, Jon blushed profusely, exclaiming "oh shit! I'm so sorry, man. Where's my head?" He was so embarrassed, laughing hard at himself as he shook his head and dried the CLEAN dish.
Quinn: Quinn shrugged and said, "I don't know? Obviously not here." He chuckled and smirked to show that he was joking.
Jon: Jon: Jon was still blushing and unable to think of anything to say to that that wouldn't further embarrass him. He looked at Quinn, biting his own lower lip lightly. "Can I...say something and I hope it doesn't offend you?"
Quinn: The other werewolf had to snort. Of course the noise would be lost on Jon, since he had no idea what kind of past Quinn had lead. Very little offended him and the Watcher admitted as much, shaking his head, "Jon? Very little offends me." He said, a small smile on his face as he cleaned the cutlery before handing it over to the other man.
Jon: Jon dried the knives and set them in the drainer while he took a deep breath to build his courage. "Well, I just wanted to say..." He was unable to bring his eyes to make contact with Quinn's. "I really like you."
Quinn: Of course, Quinn took Jon's words the wrong way. Well, not necessarily wrong, just not in the way that Jon actually meant them. The Watcher was actually rather surprised he'd said them, considering that not that long ago Quinn tried to kill him and his brother.
Quinn paused in washing Jon's glass and lifted his gaze to look at the other werewolf. His face clearly held a Are You Nuts? look on it and he gave a little dry bark of laughter, "You're serious." The Watcher shook his head, "Jon...I just tried to kill you recently and you like me? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like you, too. You're clearly a nice guy and to be perfectly honest?" He said, dropping his gaze momentarily to glass in his hands before looking at Jon again, "You should probably stay away from someone like me."
Jon: Jon could tell Quinn didn't quite get what he was saying though his words still rang pretty true. He knew that the attraction he felt for Quinn wasn't probably the smartest thing given the circumstances. But, something in him told him that Quinn was not this monster the guy like to think himself to be.
"You're pretty much right about all of that" Jon replied, "But I -like-like you, you know what I mean?" He found himself holding his breath, certain he was about to be rejected. He couldn't believe he'd set himself up for that so easily.
Quinn: Well, to say that Quinn wasn't completely floored by that admission would've been a bold faced lie. Once again, the Watcher paused in his dish cleaning he was so shocked at the revelation. He lifted his head to look out the window that was set in front of the sink and then swiveled his head toward Jon. Near tangible surprise could be heard in Quinn's voice as he stuttered, "R-Really?" There was a pause, "...Huh." The werewolf then rinsed the glass and handed it over to Jon. Well...at least it hadn't been an outright rejection. So...there was the possibility, right?
Jon: It didn't seem that way to Jon. The lack of response was just as bad to him as a bold face rejection. The smile left his face and he placed the towel he'd been using on the counter, turning away. "I should probably go" he said quickly under his breath but loud enough that Quinn would hear it definitely. He was suddenly very hot and feeling a little woozy even.
Quinn: Quinn blinked in surprise and looked at Jon again, "Why?" The former alpha shut the water off and turned to face the other werewolf. His hip rested against the counter, a hand pressed against it as he leaned on it to study Jon. The tattooed werewolf was a few inches taller than Quinn with about the same build, although due to the few extra inches to Jon's height, he appeared just slightly lankier than Quinn.
Setting the glass down in the sink, Quinn straightened and crossed his arms over his chest to asked, "Is this because I didn't say that I liked you in that sense back? Because I'm pretty sure that I didn't say, 'Ew, you have Gay Cooties, get away from me.'" Oh, yeah. When Quinn's hackles rose, he got very mean spirited.
Jon: Jon's eyes widened, staring back at Quinn and he felt even more humiliated than before. He was only able to hold eye contact for a moment before looking off, staring into the soapy water next to Quinn. "No...well, a little bit of that I guess. I...I just feel stupid now, for telling you. I mean it's okay that you don't. I should have known you weren't into other guys. Or whatever."
Quinn: Yes, humiliation was something Quinn was very good at, at least while he'd been in The Razorbacks. Apparently, some habits were harder to break than others. The Watcher cursed quite colorfully under his breath and walked away, out the door wall to stand on the deck. Running a hand through his hair, Quinn sighed and crossed his arms again to look out over his backyard.
He was struggling to keep his emotions in check and a few minutes later, the werewolf returned to the kitchen. Quinn slowly shut the doorwall and turned back to Jon, taking a couple of steps more into the kitchen. The Watcher lifted both his hands, one index finger touching the tip of the other as Quinn started to tick off points on his hand, "I embarrassed you, I'm sorry." The tip of his middle finger was touched then as he ticked off his second point, "You caught me off guard and I reacted badly, I'm sorry." Quinn ticked off another point on his ring finger, "I'm not rejecting you, I just...I have to think about it."
Jon: When Quinn walked off, Jon stood there paralyzed for a moment. He didn't understand anything that was going on at all. The younger pup was actually in the process of gathering his things when Quinn returned, counting off his apology. Jon turned to face him and shook his head, holding a hand up in a truce of sorts. "Look, it's okay. Don't worry about it really. Like you said earlier, it's probably not a good idea anyway." Jon's feelings were hurt, though he was accepting the apology. He just wanted to save face, get out of there and wallow in his own stupid pity.
Quinn: "Jon..." Quinn started to say, taking a step toward him, "I meant what I said outside...you're welcome to anything in the fridge. Any time." Translation: Jon was welcome over to the house any time he wanted to come over.
Jon: Jon managed to give Quinn a small smile with a nod. "Yeah, sure. I'll keep that in mind." Translation: He doubted he'd ever see Quinn again seriously. "I'll see you around school, Quinn." He turned and left the house before anything else could be said.