He stepped towards her, fingers brushing her face and the words he said were spoken as though she did already know, that he'd said it before and Quinn, though she didn't physical recoil, she looked just as confused by it.

"No, I can't say I do know," she replied, voice soft because she didn't trust it not to waver. Her heart was hammering in her chest. How could he love her? She was so much younger than him and erratic.