Quinn stayed close, reluctant to move away from Cleo at the moment. His worry and guilt gnawing at his stomach all the time.
"She'd been clean for about three years before I became her lodger. Then I got stabbed, and when I revived she'd slipped back because she thought I was dead... I should have told her sooner.." Quinn shook his head. "She got clean again, for months, then... Well, you saw what happened to me. Cleo thought I was dead and gone. She didn't have anyone else." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before speaking again softly. "A little over a week, she hasn't had anything since she arrived here. She'd been back on it for about a week. I..."
Quinn's voice faltered briefly, remembering the conversation with Cleo months ago. "Once. It was accidental, just over three years ago. That was a big part of why she quit."