It remained silent for too long but Quinn hadn't said a word. She didn't want to be the person to have to budge, she always backed off and she was tired. Quinn wanted to know why he was going out of his way to protect her and come to her rescue. Right now he was silent, drinking his water as if she hadn't asked him a question at all. Maybe she had pushed him too far with Kate. Quinn couldn't help but think about Kate, what was she like? What did she look like? For a second she was jealous of the woman. There really wasn't a way to rationalize her jealousy, she simply knew the man in front of her better. Obviously she didn't know him too well or they would be together right now here, having conversations, reading magazines he hates, eating food he would never touch and reading books he wanted nothing to do with.

Damn she hated Kate.

"You're nice."

"What?" Quinn asked, she pulled out an orange and began to peel it. "

"You're nice. I like you because you're nice."

"Was Kate nice?"

"No, she wasn't."

"Then why did you like her?" Quinn asked.

"Kate was… a different girl. Kate was rough around the edges and I liked that at the time. But then she became too pushy, too harsh and I didn't like it anymore. You and Kate are very different people, Quinn."

"I'm nice? That's all?" Quinn asked as she dropped the peels into the garbage.

"There's nothing wrong with being nice, nice is… nice." Quinn ate a slice of her orange and turned back to face him, "People like you … nice people, you're rare in the world. You were kind and thoughtful, you put others before yourself…"

"See where that got me." Quinn murmured and walked out of the kitchen, Huck followed behind her slowly. Had he upset her? What had he said? He was sure being nice was still considered a compliment?

"In those letters, you were different. You were kind and sweet, thoughtful and caring. But you were still so sad, I didn't like to see the sadness in you, I still don't." Quinn remained uncharacteristically silent, "Did I say something wrong or…"

"No. Everything is fine."

"No, it's not. You never say everything is fine. That's something you would tell Jesse or Gideon, not me. You never mind telling me exactly what's wrong, I know that for a fact, it's one of your more annoying traits." Huck sat beside her looking down at the magazines.

"I'm fine, Huck. Those letters brought back some very … rough times. Things I'd rather forget to be honest, just forget I said anything." Huck watched her curl into herself, he could see her become immersed in her own thoughts and he was worried. What part of the letters could she be talking about? Was this because he had called her nice? He hadn't meant it as an insult or was it something deeper…

"It's Jesse."

"Doesn't matter."

"It does-"

"When I'm not here, in this city, I can pretend he didn't exist. I can pretend it wasn't real, that he didn't lie to me and use me. But in this city I can't hide, I can't be Quinn Perkins. When I'm here I'm Lindsay Dwyer, nice Lindsay Dwyer. I'm the molotov mistress. So being here, back here, there's never going to be closure." Quinn looked up at him, "But I don't feel that way with you, you're the last connection to my old life. Outside of my problem with Penelope, you're the last connection and things should always feel tense and strange. But with you… everything feels new, it feels like a fresh start." Quinn looked down at the orange in her hands, "It feels right."

"What if I took you to see Jesse?"

"I wouldn't risk it. I'm being followed, besides I don't want to see him. Was that the personal business you were handling?"

"Yes, besides he wants to see you and I think it would be easier for you to break it to him that his parents are dead."

It was dark when Huck pulled up to the house, the houses on the block all looked just as Jesse's. The street was quiet outside of the crickets as they walked towards the house. Huck knocked twice and Jesse opened the door.

"Come in." Jesse said, he left the door and open and Huck closed it behind them, Huck walked through the back of the house and back out onto the patio. He wanted to give them as much privacy as they needed.

"You look beautiful." Jesse said, Quinn folded her arms across her chest and walked into the kitchen. "I deserve that."

"You deserve a lot more than a silent treatment, Jesse."

"Why did you come?"

"Huck asked, besides I needed to say a few things to you." Jesse nodded his head, "I hate you, Jesse Tyler. Don't speak, just let me talk. Everything I did for you, I left everything I knew for you. I absolutely had no reason to come outside of you, I left my friends, my job and everything for you. Was it that important? Why did you choose me?" She asked, he looked scared and sunk down in his seat like a scolded school boy. "Answer. Me. Now." Her voice dropped lower with each word into an even icier tone.

"Penelope picked you. She told me who, I didn't have a say in it-" Quinn raised her hand and he stopped talking.

"You owe me over twenty thousand dollars, I don't know if they're paying you or what the situation but I'm going to get my money one way or the other." Jesse nodded his head, Quinn turned her head and looked away from him. "I hope you know I don't trust anyone, I can't…"

"What about him?" Jesse tilted his head towards the patio door that was cracked.

"Huck? What about him?"

"You trust him, you were sitting in a cell holding his damn hand. You come back with him, you're probably living with him. Why do you trust him?" Jesse asked.

"I'm asking the questions."

"Do you love him?" Jesse asked.

"What if I say yes? What if I say I love him?" Jesse opened his mouth and snapped it closed, his eyes were alight with anger, "What if I say every time you touched me I thought about him, every time you left I went to him. And sometimes when I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend he was you." Jesse stood up slamming his hands down on the table, "Does it hurt?"

"How long have you been in love with him?"

"Jesse, I'm not in love with him."

"But you do love him." Jesse leaned in slightly, he bared his teeth as if he was going to lunge at her.

"It doesn't matter. I've said what I said, got the closure I needed." She stood up and walked towards the patio door.

"Lindsay!" he yelled, she stopped and turned around. "I found the letters, in the closet…" Quinn turned around and glared at him, "What is so special about him? Why would you have told him half of that stuff?"

"Doesn't matter." Quinn said, "You had some fantasy about me, thinking that I would come back and forgive you and be the nice little Lindsay Dwyer again, the one you tricked. Well I'm not. Don't ever call me Lindsay Dwyer again, that girl is dead, just like your parents."

Quinn remained quiet all the way back to the apartment. Huck was surprised she lasted that long.

"I'll take the couch." Quinn said but it didn't surprise him when an hour later his bedroom door opened and she walked over to the bed with tears in her eyes. "He knows about the letters…"

"Does he have them?" Huck asked.

"I have them."

"Then why worry?"

"He knows what I told you, as much as I shouldn't care I do. Those letters were private, the things I told you were private and now he's thinking things that aren't true. I mean, I told him I was thinking about you…"

"Were you?" Huck asked, he looked down at her and Quinn thought about their entire relationship. Even now, crying in his arms while they both were nearly naked, it seemed odd suddenly. This isn't what normal people did, or did they? Had she thought about him? Damon, not Huck. Yes, so many times she had wished that Damon was her boyfriend, he was thoughtful, funny, offered good advice and listened to her. Everything a woman would want. Between the time she realized Damon Larkin wasn't real and realizing her fiance was a lying, missing, two timing asshole, he changed.

Damon Larkin. Huck. Whatever his real name was. He was a liar, he had lied to her and used her for his own gain just like everyone else. So he had been demoted in her eyes, no longer the perfect candidate for a husband. No, not at all and then now. Things were changing, shifting all the time. She hadn't slept alone all this week, he had been there for her when he didn't have to be. Why hadn't he told her to go back to her sleeping space? He hadn't told her once, every single time he accepted her with sad eyes and open arms. He stroked her hair, listened to her until she fell asleep, he never fell asleep before her.

As she thought about all this, she had to wonder if she was in love with him. It wasn't because he was the only man in her life. No, most men didn't compare to Huck. Gideon sure didn't, even before she realized he was lying and using her. As much as she hated to admit to herself she had even thought about him when she was with Gideon, even so much as dreaming about waking up next to him.

"I was…" Quinn admitted, she looked up into his eyes, "I wanted him to act like you, that's weird?"

"How was I acting?" Huck asked.

"You were caring, thoughtful, you actually listened to me." Quinn rubbed his back gently, and now suddenly every action felt wrong. Being pressed against him this way felt wrong, and it explained her interest in Kate and how jealous she felt of her. "You seemed to enjoy talking to me and the things I said, I wanted that with him and then one day I guess…" She looked down and tried slowly loosened her arms, "I stopped wanting it with him and wanted it with you."

"Until…"

"What makes you think there's an until?"

"There is one. I'm not… Damon Larkin isn't real, you stopped trusting me," Huck's arms were wrapped securely around her, "You left…"

"Because I was scared. You weren't… there were always secrets… there's still secrets, and I thought… I guess I thought I knew you…Then I didn't and I had to leave, I had to get away from you." Huck stared at her surprised, he hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn. Now that it had he couldn't stop his mind from pumping out questions, what did she want from him now? Would friendship be enough for her? Hell, would it be enough for him now that he knew.

"What's changed?" Huck asked, "I still have secrets. You still don't know me…"

"Maybe I'm not afraid now. I was but now I'm not…" Quinn hadn't looked away and she moved her hand up and down his bare back nervously. "Tell me about Kate."

"Don't change the subject." Quinn leaned forward and brushed her lips against his own, gently, nervously and didn't know what to expect. Her heart hammered in her chest and her stomach was in knots as he closed his eyes, she expected him to yell at her or get angry and tell her to get out. Quinn squealed as he rolled her over onto her back, and hovered above her, "This isn't a game."

"You don't have to tell me that, I know it's not a game." She moved her hands down his back as he placed his hands on both sides of her head and looked down at her. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her own experimentally. They were soft just as he expected, Quinn's kiss had been too brief. He wanted to explore her, why hadn't he realized this earlier? He moved his mouth over hers, he heard her moan and felt her legs part under him as he slipped his tongue in her mouth.

She tasted sweet, like oranges. He pulled back only because he could barely breath, her eyelids fluttered open and he was surprised to see her stare at him like that. Like she wanted him. God, he wanted her too and could feel himself growing hard against her, she wasn't wearing pants. Just a shirt and underwear. His shirt.

"Huck."

"What?"

"Don't stop."