"So... day off tomorrow then? Got any plans?" he asked, starting to eat again.
"Hang out with Cat, maybe you, if you want to?" She smiled at him
He returned her smile. "I'd like that. Unfortunately, I do have to go to work tomorrow."
"Then Cat, and trying to sort my hair out, I'll cook."
"It really bothers you that much?" Quinn asked, reaching out to touch the pale stripe of hair.
"I hate it, yet another horrible, ugly scar," Cleo admitted
"I don't think it's that bad. But, if you hate it," Quinn said softly. "Aren't scars just reminders anyway? This one," he touch the stripe again, "you got while saving people."
"But did we? Is it over?"
Quinn sighed and leaned against her. "I don't know. I mean, we stopped the ritual didn't we? But the... leader, got away? But you still saved Annabelle and the coven, and even some of cultists."
"Which fuck knows if they deserve," Cleo replied
"I don't think some of them knew what they were doing."
"We'll never know, because I refuse to touch them,"
"I wasn't expecting you to."
"The witches might ask me to," Cleo murmured
"So, say no. You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Even to keep people safe?"
"It's up to you."
"I don't even know what I want to do,"
"How about, what you want to do now? Maybe sleep?"
"Can we just be dull, find a film, maybe put it on in my room...together?"
Quinn quirked a soft smile. "I like the sound of that. Any preference?"
"Something funny, no explosions?"
"Good choice."
"But no rom comms...ooh Anchorman," she grabbed the laptop
He chuckled. "Let me put this out in the bin and I'll meet you up there," he said, picking up the empty pizza box.
"OK," she leaned into him, kissing him softly.
Quinn leaned into and returned her kiss. "I won't be long."
Cleo moved slowly upstairs, still a little worried. She was assuming it was the shared spell that allowed them to have this connection, this seed of a thing, but what happened when it stopped