She never saw someone quite as strong as he was. He could take a beating and then work through it like it was nothing. He had a lot to deal with and yet he was just doing his thing and making it work and being optimistic about it.

Quinn patted his leg and got up. Having helped him put things away she knew where everything was and grabbed a glass of water and a couple pills. Instead of sitting beside him like she had before, Quinn crouched in front of him holding the glass and pills in one hand and tentatively reached out to brush her hand through his hair. "You okay?"