The last thing Quentin had expected was for little Cecil to open the door. But, the kid looked good and happy, so he kneeled down to Cecil's height and gave the little tiger a smile. "Hey, kiddo," he said, "hear it was your birthday this week. I've got a present for you in my car, I'll grab it in a bit, okay?" It was a small painting of a tiger for Cecil's room, seeing as he didn't know when Jadyn would have him to give it to him, and he didn't know what Cecil really liked anyway. Quentin didn't know kids in general, so hey, at least he'd remembered something, right? "Where's your mom?"
He glanced up in time to see Jadyn run out to them, genuinely looking panicked. Damn it, this was why she needed to answer her phone, Quentin hadn't intended to scare her! He stood up so he could face her, running a hand over his slightly-wet hair. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for like, three days," he said. "Check your phone - there should be a bunch of texts, phone calls, you name it. You didn't answer, I got worried. So, here I am." And from the look on Quentin's face, it looked like he was right to be concerned.