Quinn shifts, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. He turns back to the sink and hastily scrubs at the last dish, wishing the earth would open up and swallow him whole.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go all inspirational speech on you.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. Awkwardness hangs in the air between them, heavy and dripping with Quinn’s heartfelt words.
Finally, Skylar tears his gaze from Quinn, coming back to himself, and shakes his head. “It’s alright.”
Silence falls between them, giving the awkwardness something to feed on. Quinn finishes scrubbing, rinses, and pulls the plug in the drain.
“I’m going to turn in for the night.” He puts the plate in the rack to dry and glances at Skylar briefly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Skylar just nods at him, eyes vacant, still methodically drying the same plate he had been when Quinn made his speech. “Yeah okay,” he answers.