WHO: Quinn and Kamal WHAT: Not quite making it home WHERE: Near apartments WHEN: August 31, post battle
Quinn was exhausted. All he could think about was once again trying to make it home to his bed. He really needed to practice more with his power, using it shouldn’t make him this tired. He blinked and rubbed at his face, yawning.
His building was right over there and yet so far away.
He frowned as his hand came away from his face wet. He was so tired that his eyes were tearing? Quinn brought his shirt up and scrubbed his face. As he smoothed his shirt out he blinked.
Tired.
He needed to sit down. No, that’d gotten him in trouble last time. He wasn’t going to fall asleep against his door again, at least he’d been inside his apartment where no one could see him. If he stopped now and fell asleep anyone could see him.
Each step seemed just that little bit harder and his building didn’t seem to be getting any closer. He pressed his lips together and regarded a nearby bench. He managed to walk over, even though he felt like stumbling over and drop onto it. One minute, he told himself, one minute of resting and then he was going to get up and walk the rest of the way.
Quinn rested his head between his knees, hugging his legs as he sat bent over. He was grateful he hadn’t gone to see Charlie like he’d wanted to, he’d have probably passed out in her room and that wouldn’t have been easy to explain. One short little minute, he reminded himself.