The gesture of him leaning against her thigh was so strongly related to the memory of him hen he'd come to her in the midst of doing a puzzle that she had to bite her lip to keep from letting out a shuddering breath.

Quinn waited a second before reaching out and again, brushing her hand gently over his hair, "you're welcome." God, she did not get sentimental! She didn't. She couldn't. She didn't want to. It was weird and hard and it made her feel and she didn't like feeling.