Diana Ladris was sitting outside on the balcony like she always did. It was midnight, or something close to it – she'd woken up at around eleven and had been out here for a while. There was a bag of Skittles beside her and she ate them mindlessly as she sat. She was gaining a little weight – after coming out of the FAYZ and near starvation, she had eaten anything and everything she could get her hands on.

And, frankly, she didn't give a damn.

"Hey."

Diana glanced up. Quinn. He stood at the doorway that led into their home, rubbing the back of his head. He certainly hadn't gained any weight that wasn't muscle.

Then again, he hadn't stopped going out in boats. It was something he'd always have, she thought. Something positive from the FAYZ.

The thought almost made her laugh.

"Hey," Diana replied, raising an eyebrow. She waited a few moments, and then got impatient. "Well? Are you going to sit, or just stand there forever?"

Quinn crossed the rest of the distance between them and sat on the lawn chair beside her. He took a few Skittles and rolled them through his fingers, not eating them. They sat in silence for a few moments, just watching the sky.

"How much do you think about it?" Diana asked, and Quinn looked at her, startled. "Because you came out so well-adjusted I can hardly believe you were ever in there."

"All the time," he said. "I think about it all the time. My crew… Drake… and, through it all, I still can't stop thinking about when I betrayed Sam. Do you remember that?"

"Well, yes," Diana said drily. "Back when you were a gawky little coward."

Quinn winced a little, but nodded. "He's said that I've made it up to him, but I don't think I have."

"We've all made mistakes," Diana said. She stared up at the moon. Quinn speaking of Sam had reminded her of Caine. To be honest, every time she looked at Sam he reminded her of Caine. And with remembering Caine came the pain in her chest that threatened to swallow her.

But looking at Quinn quieted that, if only because he was so radically different than Caine had been. He was larger, and more muscular – Caine had always been slim, while Quinn was built like a football player – and his smile was honest and his way of fun was honest. He had come out of the FAYZ better than he had entered it. Oh so radically better.

"I guess," Quinn said. He laughed a little. "I don't even have any worries. None. None right now. I go out and fish. The four of us have enough money coming in from various charities to last us forever. Astrid's going to college and Sam still wakes up screaming some nights, but overall… there's less to worry about now than before. There's not even any worrying about Orc's gang-"

He broke off, and Diana leaned over. She didn't quite know what she was going to until her mouth was on his, and at that point he was kissing her back and there was nothing she could do about it. His hands were on her face, calloused and large and strong, and her hands were on his legs, fingers almost digging into his thighs.

They broke away from each other. He stared at her, eyes wide and cheeks darker than usual.

Then he kissed her again and she kissed him back, moving her hand sup to his hair, combing it back and entangling her hands into it. They kissed like this for a few more minutes, and then Diana flopped back into her lawn chair.

"You're not a bad kisser," she said. Quinn looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" he said. She laughed.

"You don't have to sound so surprised about it," she said. "I'm complimenting you. Take it. It's not going to happen very much."

"What about the kissing?"

"That might be a little more common."

This was written for an anon on Tumblr, who wanted a Diana/Quinn post-FAYZ! :)