"This City smells like Smoke and Death" // OxO // Closed

Quinn looked up at him for a moment, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You alright?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah," Antonio hummed as he looked back at Quinn, "Just thinking."

Quinn nodded a little bit. "Mm. Alright." He replied with a quick smile.

Antonio hesitated a momentbefore asking Quinn, "Are you thinking about anything?"

He shrugged. "Just…how to get out to the outskirts. That's all." He replied.

"Hmmm I could always meet you outside of wherever you work when you get off and then we go from there?" Antonio suggested.

"No. That wouldn't be… safe." He said, frowning a little bit as he looked over at Tony.

"Oh, I mean that makes sense," Antonio replied lightly hitting his head, "You work with infected people and if I went to where you work I would be getting close to infected people."

"Yeah." Quinn said with a faint hint of amusement. "Precisely." He finished up his food.

"Heh, I feel silly suggesting that now," Antonio admitted with a slight laugh as he finished up, "But at least I realized my mistake."

Quinn nodded a little bit. "Mhm." He replied with a faint smirk, looking over at Tony.

Antonio had a very faint blush seeing Quinn's smirk. He was getting a little bit more embarresed by his little mistake, "Sooo you work a lot I'm guessing?"

Quinn nodded a little. "Yeah. Pretty much every day of the week." he replied with a soft laugh.

"Must be rough," Antonio commented with a smile indicating he was probably joking while also being sincere.

He laughed a little. "You have no idea." he replied, running his hands through his hair.

"I probably don't," Antonio responded with a slight laugh. Except he did, there was not time to rest (or breaks) when you were a public figure. Especially one of Antonio's status, that's what made Quinn not knowing who he was such a nice change of pace for him.

Quinn got up to take care of his plate, nodding a little bit. "Mhm."

Antonio took his plate and grabbed the bottle of syrup as well following after Quinn, "I can do the dishes if you want to go to bed."

Quinn blinked. "I…it's not really that late, but thanks for the offer. I can do the dishes, though."

"Oh, okay," Antonio replied with a smile. He had meant the gesture in good faith, but understood Quinn's slight confusion.

Quinn smiled back, heading over to the sink. "Though you can wash your own plate, if you like." he added with a laugh.

Antonio laughed as he followed after though he put his plate on the counter and went to grab the other condiments, "There was never another option dear Quinn."

Quinn laughed a little bit. "Mhm." he replied, starting to wash his plate.

Antonio put back the butter and the syrup from where he remembered Quinn grabbing them.

Quinn cleaned off his plate, stepping back and sighing faintly.

Antonio stepped forward so that he could wash his own plate.

Quinn went into the living room, sighing faintly.

Antonio washed his own plate fairly quickly and once done he stepped into the living room as well.

Quinn had plopped down on the couch, and looked over at Tony when he came in. "Hey."

"Hey," Antonio replied with a slight smile as he walked over to Quinn.