Who: Cleo and Quinn What: Tears and terror When: Straight after the power switch ended (big ass backdate) Where: Their apartment Open: No
Cleo lay on the sofa, curled up, Cat held tight against her chest, her eyes screwed tight shut. It wasn’t just back, it was back with a vengeance. She could hear whispers, even now wide awake and her hands were shaking so hard she couldn’t even put on her gloves. She needed Quinn, but then she felt guilty for needing him. He’d get so tired having to channel for her again, he’d get sick of her. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks but she couldn’t stop herself.