Quinn turned back to Kamal and tilted his head. Everyone always glossed over him when he said he was fine. Why not this time? Walking dead, huh?
“I wasn’t falling asleep,” he protested as he pushed himself to his feet. His minute was probably up anyway. Oh. Was this what swaying on your own two feet felt like? Quinn was tempted to grab onto the bench and sit back down, but he wasn’t alone.
He frowned as he found his footing, then yawned. Stupid power.
“I’m fine, really,” he tried to reassure, “My place is just right over there.”
He wasn’t the one who’d gotten hurt, Charlie was. He really hoped she was okay and that he could visit her tomorrow.