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

Quinn shook his head quickly. "No I can do it." he said. "I just…it'll be fine. And you shouldn't go alone."

"If you're sure," Antonio shrugged a little though it wasn't in an attempt to shrug Quinn and his concerns off, "Then maybe not tonight though? You look really tired."

Quinn nodded, sitting down on the couch. "Yeah. Plus I don't want to go to the outskirts so late. It wouldn't be wise."

"I can agree with that," Antonio replied leaning against the couch from the back side, "Besides your a doctor, kind of, you need your rest."

Quinn hummed faintly, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. "Yeah." he said simply.

"Have you eaten yet?" Antonio asked after a moment or two of silence.

He shook his head. "No. Are you hungry?"

"Are you hungry?" Antonio asked back instead of responding.

"I asked first." Quinn replied, narrowing his eyes slightly at Tony.

"Okay, fine I'm a tad hungry," Antonio replied. He had had a small lunch and that was it, not wanting to exhaust Quinn's supplies more than nessecary, "Now you answer."

Quinn sighed faintly. "Yeah, I'm hungry, which is why I asked if you were." he replied with a quick smile.

"Well, at least we're both hungry," Antonio laughed a little as he quirked a smile at Quinn.

Quinn laughed, smiling back. "Yeah, there is that." he replied, standing up.

Antonio smiled and pushed up from the couch, "So does that mean food?"

Quinn nodded. "Mhm." He headed over to the kitchen to make something.

Antonio trailed after with a smile on his face, "Great!"

He smiled a little. "Do you have a preference on what you want to eat?" He asked.

"Not really," Antonio admitted with a light shrug, "Whatever you want to make me."

Quinn laughed a little. "Hmm, alright." He replied with a shrug.

"Alright," Antonio repeated with a little nod.

Quinn thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to make.

"Need a hand when you start cooking?" Antono asked him quietly.

"Hmm? Oh. Uhm. I was just going to make some flapjacks?" He said. "If that's alright."

Antonio had no idea what flapjacks were, and figured it might be best to pretend he knew what they were this time, "That's fine with me."

He nodded a little, moving to get out the supplies. "Alright." He replied with a quick smile.

Antonio moved out of his way not knowing how to help in right now. He had a light smile on, "Soo how was your day?"

Quinn continued working. "Same as it always is." He replied with a shrug.

"Which is?" Antonio asked further, "We met yesterday remember?"

"Oh. Right. I just take care of the sick, is all. Sometimes the dead." He shrugged, working on mixing the batter for the flapjacks.

"Oh," Antonio figured that was what he did. At least he wasn't working with the dead often, "That makes sense."