Chapter 23

Aaron snorted bitterly.

Before he could say anything, Quinn added, “I knew you, once. Don’t give me any condescending bullshit and self-deprecating cripple jokes.” He pulled on his clothes as Aaron seemed to struggle with the instinct to cover himself up.

“You don’t know anything—”

“About who you are now, right. I agree. And fucking ditto,” Quinn snarked. “But I know neither of us actually belongs in this town, neither does Charlie or Lennox, that’s his name by the way. He looks just like I did when I was his age and it’s still freaking me out a lot.”

He was panting for breath by the time he had all his clothes on. Aaron looked hesitant for a small moment, before another mask fell over his features. Hurt. Quinn could understand that and didn’t blame Aaron at all.