The thin skin over his right wrist tingled and burned as Tessa finally met his eyes. Was she thinking about the words there, the way he sometimes did when she wasn't around? She must be; he understood the small gesture of her thumb brushing over the words that completed his tattoo.
There were arms around him and they squeezed hard, full of sharp points and awkward angles, but it was familiar and comfortable to Quinn. He sighed and sagged into her embrace, returning it as he wound his arms around her. She was one of the very few people he tolerated physical affection from. "Tolerated" - as if he didn't enjoy it himself.
Quinn wanted to be surprised by the kiss, but the reality was that he wasn't. In that moment, as he froze for a heartbeat and then returned the kiss, he couldn't remember why they didn't do this in the waking world. His hand moved back up to card through her hair with uncharacteristic gentleness, and then to cup her cheek as he deepened the kiss, and it was so easy, like they had done this a million times, even though they had never done it before. He broke away only when he bumped against the rollaway bed-table-thing and a kidney tray clattered to the floor. "We should go."