lormenari

The fuck do I look like, Cinderella? [He mutters, shaking his head, but rising from the bed regardless to move toward the door. He hesitates in the doorway, turning back to look at Sam with a mixture of regret and pain and anger etched darkly over his face.] Stop going out like this. I mean it, okay? This isn't the first fucking time this has happened. Just... stay home and get rough if you have to. Or we can get really drunk and try to have a three-way with Q and then be like, Oh, shit, we were drunk, oops. Maybe she'll be into it and we can do it and, like, not have to hide. [While it's not an ideal situation, it's... all he can think of, the only way he can avoid this fucking mess without ending things with Quinn, because she's their safety right now.]