Date: 1 Jun 2009 06:02 am (UTC)
He considers her for a moment, trying to understand her point of view.

"I understand the propaganda that Cassandra has fed you. My own confession must have been something that also triggered the fear from that."

He doesn't look at her, but he looks at the ground. He's upset and he is completely blown away that she, of all people, would still ask that. MacLeod? Sure. He hadn't lived through most of what Methos had lived through. Out of all the people that he thought would understand him the best, Quinn was the one. She lived so much more than most other immortals that he knew. That connected them. That made them similar and almost really compatible and great with each other.

Now? He's not so sure. She asked and now, he's completely unable to think.

He puts down the bags, but looks at her to say, "I'm not leaving. However, I am going to sleep somewhere else tonight. I need time to think about what you said and what this means for us. I'm sorry that I can't give you an answer now, but I will tomorrow. I doubt either of us will sleep, but I'll meet you in the kitchen bright and early tomorrow."
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