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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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Once the coffee was done he brought two cups with him out to the living room. She got to have the couch to herself as he opted for one of the chair s available instead. She seemed to need the space.

She didn't seem to want to talk either, so he switched n the TV to fill the silence and reduce the potential pressure one could feel to talk.

[quinn_pro_quo]

It wasn't too long before she relaxed enough and exhaustion caught up with her that Quinn drifted off to sleep. Her head fell to the side, face showing the flickers of light from the television. It was a dreamless sleep. She would wake up grateful for that.