Thread: Eoin talks to Quinn Who: Eoin and Quinn Where: Quinn's house. When: Sunday evening. (Backdated) What: Eoin talks backstory with Quinn. Warnings: Talk of rape, abuse, general violence, and much nasty stuff like that (not sure what/to what extent yet)
He was, if he was honest, very glad Quinn had offered him somewhere to go. Not that he didn't love his uncle dearly, but he certainly didn't want to explain to him why he'd trashed his room, and he really didn't want to explain it to Aunt Katie, who he got the impression was going off him rapidly enough as it was. So it was a relief to be able to slip out, put all that mess off until later, and let the cool air and the long walk clear his head.
He turned down Quinn's street - it was a pretty upmarket part of town, certainly posher than anywhere he'd ever lived - and strode down towards her house, his good hand in his pocket, the other hanging at his side and wrapped thickly in gauze, which did nothing to stop him using that hand to knock.
Deep breaths, that was key. He wasn't even entirely sure why he felt the need to talk to anyone about this, except perhaps to prove to himself that she didn't control him any more. And he had a feeling that Quinn might not be so friendly after she found out, either. The trouble in Dublin wasn't exactly in line with the image of himself he tried to put out; it didn't help his devil-may-care attitude or that whole immense confidence idea; it just showed up how easily-led he could be, and that might be a really bad thing to let Quinn know, because while he liked her, he wasn't sure he trusted her not to use him. She was too much like his sister for that.
He was on the verge of turning and walking away by the time the door opened.