Mark helped his unsteady friend out of the bathtub and held onto her shoulder as she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her shoulders as she sat on the lid of the toilet. "How you doing?" he asked her. She shrugged a shoulder as she closed her eyes and dried off her short hair. "Why am I wearing your clothes?" she asked as she pushed her hair out of her face.
"Because your clothes are tight fitting and you need something that can let your blood circulate," Mark explained. Quinn merely stared at the floor and nodded. "I'm going to go grab you a dry set ok?" he told her.
"Yep." He looked at her for another second before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind him. She waited a moment before letting out a long sigh and peeling the boxers and shirt off. She gently dried off her wings before wrapping the towel around her skinny body and pulling her knees to her chest. She wanted Mark to come back so she could see if Caim was ok. He probably was considering that he could swim, else why would he have jumped in after her? She just wanted to make sure though.
Mark came back a few minutes later with another pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He knocked once and she told him to just toss the clothes in, which he did. She quickly pulled them on and hung her towel over the railing. Stepping out into the bedroom she was hit by cold air, not having realized how warm the bathroom had been. She tried to suppress a shiver but a slight tremor shook her and Mark realized. He went to her bed and picked up the sweater that rested on it. He tossed it to Quinn and she caught it. She glanced at it for a second and thought that it looked a lot like Caim's…
She pulled it on and it hung mid-thigh. She glared down at it and Mark laughed. "Shut up," she mumbled as she went to the door. Mark beat her to it and opened it for her, earning him a glare as she stepped through. She followed him down to Kitchie's and Caim's door and knocked twice before opening the door. She got it open barely a crack when it slammed shut, startling her. Mark rested a hand gently on her shoulder and knocked again. "One moment!" Kitchie called out. "Just finishing up stuff so one second! Ok one second up!" The door swung open to reveal Kitchie in all his smiling glory. Quinn couldn't help but give a weak smile in return.
"How you feeling? God that must have been scary!" Kitchie exclaimed as Mark and Quinn stepped into the room. Half of the room was covered in shelves stacked to the point of collapsing with CDs, records, and tapes of all genres. An acoustic guitar sat on a stand next to a small black amp and both sat at the end of a bed on which Caim was currently lying. He sat up as they entered. The other half of the room was more simple with the average accessories including a picture of all the mansion's residents. Text books were piled on the single desk that sat between the two sides of the room like a border between two countries. "Sorry about the mess," Kitchie said, going to sit on the end of Caim's bed. "We were getting stuff organized yesterday but then with everything going on we haven't had much time." Quinn looked around and couldn't find much out of place except some sheet music lying around Caim's side of the room and a pair of pants and a single sock the side of the desk closest to Kitchie's bed. "It's fine," Mark replied. "It's not even that messy."
Kitchie just smiled and Caim stared off into space. Quinn looked at the dark clothed musician who glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "You ok?" she asked. He blinked and she thought she detected the slightest of nods. "You sure?" she pressed. He didn't speak and Quinn was suddenly aware that Mark and Kitchie were watching the two of them. She played with the bottom of the sweater she wore and tried to keep Caim from looking away. "Thanks," she said. "For pulling me out."
"No thanks required," Caim replied, his voice shaking slightly. "It was all that was due." Kitchie elbowed him in the side and shot him a look that Quinn couldn't read. Caim leaned back against the wall, his eyes not straying from her. "No problem," he rephrased. "You alright?" Quinn nodded.
"Mark freaked out!" Kitchie said, looking over at said friend. Quinn looked over as well and even though his head was turned away from her she could see the blush on his pale cheeks. "We were in the kitchen and I was doing the dishes and suddenly he just bursts out the back door like the building had just caught fire! By the time I got out Mark was already taking you from Caim and he was walking as fast as he could to get you in the house." Quinn felt her eyes brim slightly with years and she gave a small yawn as an excuse to wipe her eyes. Mark's arms wrapped around her waist but she didn't respond to it. He hugged her anyway.
"You guys wanna hang out here?" Kitchie asked. "Maybe he'd even let you guys sleep in here tonight! That would be so much fun. Like a sleepover! What you do guys think."
"The Professor probably won't let us," Mark replied. "He wouldn't let Quinn and I share a room so I doubt that he'd let her stay with us three guys."
"But he all knows we're gay," Kitchie said. "She wouldn't have to worry about anything."
"And he know's I could kick all your asses if you tried," Quinn replied with a smile. Mark and Kitchie laughed at that.