She fell into another few minutes of dazed silence. Quinn was drained from helping him and then the break down she just experienced, so when the room fell quiet, her mind shut down.

Quinn let herself twist on the couch, legs draped over the arm and laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts drifted and emotions were dulled, which for right this second felt a thousand times better. She had to get her head on straight again. She needed to be herself.