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[quinn_pro_quo]

Quinn had spent some time at Francis' place already now, so she easily made herself at home again when she was brought back over. She knew at some point he was going to ask for her help. She knew that whatever was going on in his head, it wasn't stable enough and it wasn't that easy to work with. She hoped that she could help him out and make everything settle more firmly into place. She couldn't promise that it would work though. They could only work on it and see how it went.

She had, of course, immediately flopped herself down on his couch, arm across the back of the couch like she owned the place. She loved this apartment. It was chic and gorgeous and airy and had an amazing view. Darcy's place was boring and boring and really fucking boring. Maybe Quinn was simply bored, but it was easier to blame it on her sister.

"How do you want to do this, sunshine?" she asked from where she was sitting, head back.

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The practical things first, Francis had reasoned. Once he had things in a better order, mainly his apartment, then he would be able to relax and focus. Hopefully.

Now it was in order, looking much like it had before. And so it was time. No sense putting it up any longer.

"Well..." He sat down on the couch as well, next to her. "My idea was to first get your input on it, really. Maybe you would get some idea on idea to tackle this, or we could brainstorm one up."