So these are Dan’s facial expressions when Phil talks about chocking and then opens a button… the fuck.

Also I’ll start thinking about what my life has come to right now.

“It’s not your fault, Quinn.”

Quinn grumbled into his hot chocolate and tried not to be miserable.

It was his fault. It was his fault for admiring the man. It was his fault for accepting the dare. It was his fault for driving him away. He’d obviously been waiting for someone, and Quinn had ruined whatever meeting had been planned.

There was no one to blame for the disaster except him.

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