Shit. In light of the whole Saxton thing, that might go too far. Feeding, after all, could be seen as more intimate than sex -
"Yeah," Blay said softly. "I'll do that."
Qhuinn's heart started to beat hard. And again, it wasn't because he was all hopped to get it on with the guy. He just wanted to...
Share, he supposed was the right word.
No, wait. It went further than that. He wanted to take care of the male.
"You know, I don't think I ever thanked you," Qhuinn murmured. As Blay's baby blues shot over, he wanted to look away - the eye contact was almost too much. But then he thought of his brother in that hospital bed - and all the ways people got robbed of time.
Jesus, he'd held so much in for so many reasons - all of which had seemed perfectly valid. But how arrogant was that? That kind of reticence assumed he'd have the time to talk about stuff when he wanted. That the person he had in the back of his mind would always be around. That he himself would be.
"For what?" Blay asked.
"For driving us home. Me and Luchas." He heaved a great breath in and let it out slowly. "And for sitting out here with me all night. For going to Payne and getting her to help. For backing me up on the field, and during training. Also, for all those beers and video games. The chips and the M&M's. The clothes I borrowed. The floor I slept on when I stayed over. Thanks for letting me hug your mom and talk with your dad. Thank you...for the ten thousand kind things you've done."
From out of nowhere, he thought once again of that night when he'd walked in and witnessed his father giving that gold signet ring to his brother.
"Thank you for calling that night," he said gruffly.
Blay's eyebrows shot up. "Which night?"
Qhuinn cleared his throat. "After Luchas went through his change, and my father gave him...you know, the ring." He shook his head. "I went up to my room and I was going to do something...yeah, something really stupid. You called me. You came over. Do you remember?"
"I do."
"It wasn't the only time you did something like that."
As Blay looked away, Qhuinn knew exactly where the guy's mind had gone. Yup, that night hadn't been the only ledge he'd nearly jumped off of.
"I've said I was sorry," Qhuinn intoned. "But I don't think I've ever said thank you. So, yeah...thank you."
Before he knew what he was doing, he put his hand out, offering his palm. It seemed appropriate to mark this moment, right here, right now, outside of his busted-to-fuck brother's operating room, with some kind of solemn contact.
"Just...thank you."
Unbelievable.
After what had felt like lifetimes with Qhuinn, Blay had thought that the surprises were finally over. That the male couldn't pull anything else that would leave him speechless.
Wrong.
Jesus...of all the imaginary conversations he'd had in his head with the guy, talks when he'd pretended that Qhuinn opened up, or said something close to "the right thing," it had never been about gratitude. But this...was exactly what he needed to hear, even though he hadn't known that.
And that offered palm broke his damn heart.
Especially given that the male's brother was on death's door in the room across from them.
Blay didn't shake the hand that was offered.
He reached over, took a hold of the fighter's face, and drew Qhuinn in for a kiss.
It was supposed to be only a split-seconder - like their lips were the ones doing the handshake thing. When he went to pull back, though, Qhuinn captured him, and held him in place. Their mouths met again...and again...and once more, their heads tilting to the sides, the contact lingering.
"You're welcome," Blay said roughly. Then he smiled a little. "Can't say it was all a pleasure, though."
Qhuinn laughed. "Yeah, I can imagine pants were definitely not fun." The male got serious. "Why the hell did you stay around?"
Blay opened his mouth, the truth on the tip of his tongue -
"Oh. Shit. Ah...'scuse me, boys, didn't mean to interrupt."
Qhuinn jerked back so fast, he literally ripped his face out of Blay's hold. Then he jumped up onto his feet and faced off with V, who'd come out of the OR. "No problem, nothing going on."
As V's expression registered a boatload of yeah-right, Qhuinn just looked at the Brother head-on, like he was daring Vishous to have a different opinion than his own.
In the silence between the two males, Blay got up more slowly, and found that he was light-headed, and not because he needed to feed.
No problem, nothing going on.
Sure as hell hadn't felt that way for him. Buuuut once again, Qhuinn had snapped out of any closeness, shied away, pulled back, unplugged.
Except come on. Bad time. Bad place. And V was the last person you wanted to go hearts-and-flowers in front of.
It was, however, a good reminder. Stressful situations had a way of making even the most rigid of personalities malleable - for a time. Sadness, shock, intense anxiety...it could all make someone vunerable and liable to talk in ways they normally wouldn't simply because they had had all their defenses knocked to shit. The unusual behavior didn't signal a sea change, though. It was not indicative of some kind of religious conversion where, from that day onward, everything was forever different.
Qhuinn was reeling from what was doing with his brother. And any revelations, or heartfelt statements, that came out of his mouth were undoubtedly a product of the stress the guy was under.
Period.
No, "in" love going on here. Not really. Not permanently. And he needed to f**king remember that.
"...bones are going to be set?" Qhuinn asked.
Blay shook himself to attention as V lit up a hand-rolled and exhaled away from the two of them. "He's got to be stabilized first. Selena's going to feed him again, and then we're going to open up his abdomen and do exploratory surgery to find out where the bleeding is. After we see how he's doing? We'll work on the bones."
"Do we have any idea what happened to him?"
"He's not real verbal at the moment."
"Yeah. Okay."
"So we need your consent. He's not capable of understanding the risks and benefits."
Qhuinn pushed his hand through his hair. "Yeah. Of course. Do what you have to."
V exhaled again, the scent of Turkish tobacco filling the air and reminding Blay exactly how many hours, minutes, and seconds it had been since he'd last lit up himself.
"You've got Jane, Manny, Ehlena, and myself in there. We're not going to let anything happen to him, 'kay?" He clapped Qhuinn on the shoulder. "He's going to pull through. Or the four of us are going to die trying."