“I’d like that.” Quinn thinks he might not focus on the anger of being attacked if he’s with Tyler, that he’ll be able to focus more on the fact they’re both okay. And he wants to spend more time with Tyler, even after the night’s drama.
Quinn leads the way to his apartment. It’s not too far from the bar. As they walk the short distance, though, Tyler keeps stopping to check on him, clearly worried that Quinn might be more hurt than he’s letting on.
Quinn lets them into his place above the shop and gets his first aid kit out, dampening a few cloths to clean up things like his scraped knuckles. Quinn gets that far when Tyler takes over. He gently pushes Quinn down on to the couch.
“Shirt off,” Tyler orders.
Quinn smirks. “I thought I was getting patched up.”
“Don’t be an ass. I know yo
