Author's Note: Not super NSFW but it works I think and I've been working on other projects lately, I hate to get too busy for this story.

Huck is not numb. He wish he were numb, if he were numb he wouldn't feel all these things around him. The pain is so strong but he's always carried that weight, moving through the pain in hopes that something greater would be there. There were always cases when that didn't happen and he was left with the familiar pain.

Quinn had been rambling on about something, breaking his train of thought when the book flew past his head and bounced off the window.

"You're not even listening.

"Don't throw things." He leaned over and picked up the book and sat it on his desk.

"It's the only thing that gets your attention!" She shouted, she walked towards him and he could see she was moving towards a fighting stance. Quinn balled her fist tighter with each step revealing hard white knuckles, the third one was broken, when had she done that.

"Is that all?" He stood up and turned his back, he knew she was going to strike and had inevitably seen this day coming. He knew there would come a day when Quinn would push him and he would have to restrain her. He turned quickly dodging the first blow, moving under her outstretched arm and grabbed her by her limp arm before pulling on her outstretched arm that had just barely missed him.

"Let me go!" She kicked out, hitting his knees and he stumbled backwards. The pain was familiar, his vision spun and he found himself back against the door, she charged towards him. It was a gut reaction, he raised his hand, leaving is palm flat and allowed her to run into it. She cried out, he knew he had broken her nose and hadn't killed her thankfully. Blood dripped down her nose but she didn't stop attacking him, punches and kicks. She landed a few but missed most of them.

She had the basics down, but she could be so much more, she could do so much better. He had cornered her, she finally backed down and shrunk as his hands went around her neck. She squeezed her eyes, did she think he would really kill her? No, she had to know that he could never do that, that he could never cross that threshold. She was much too important to him for him to ever kill her. His thumbs stroked the pulse points as the top of her throat.

He was distracted by her, broken and bruised and she had stopped fighting.

She was distracted too, the scratches on her cheek, blood running down her nose and smeared make up was what distracted him. Even now, when she had wanted to hurt him, it was these open looks of sadness and trust that hurt the most. He couldn't have this, he couldn't have her, they would always bump heads and clash. Her breathing had sped up and he noted that there wasn't as much of a gap between them as there had been moments before.

This was her chance to attack, why wasn't she taking it? She tilted her head upwards and knew what she wanted, is that why she needed his attention so badly? He leaned down slowly and kissed her lips, softly and gently, knowing that's not what she wanted. His hands slipped from around her neck, slid down her shoulders and over her breast, running his hands over the hardened peak. She arched her back and he continued to move his hands over her chest and stopped to grip her hips pulling her closer. He pulled her against him and hadn't stopped to kiss her but had counted the tiny inhales she had taken.

She tasted sweet and bitter, he could taste whatever candy she had been eating before this had happened and could taste the blood from her mouth. He shoved her backwards against the walls, he could hear the wall vibrate but it hadn't stopped him from kissing her. He dropped her hands and stepped backwards pulling away from her.

"We can't."

"Why not?" She asked, he didn't have an answer. He couldn't even mumble and create an excuse, she deserved more than excuse. Didn't she? It was the least he could do, she deserved the truth.

"Then what?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"We do this and then what? Quinn do you actually think I'm capable of being in a normal relationship."

"Yes. No.. Yes… That's complicated. You're not normal, I'm not normal… our lives aren't normal, but…"

"But what?" He asked, he was waiting on her to shun him much like how he shunned himself. Relationships didn't seem to hold any appeal anymore. Not after Kim. It could happen again, they could be gone and there would be nothing left but the pain. Familiar pain. He wasn't sure if he could take losing anymore people.

"But you're worth trying, right?" He hadn't looked at her, hadn't seen the determination in her eyes and the soft and promising smile on her lips. She looked hopeful, optimistic, he didn't want to see that. "We're worth trying."

"What if it doesn't work."

"Life doesn't work on what ifs. What if I never left, what if I never killed that guy… What if Jesse was still here…" Huck looked up, Cytron seemed so long ago but he remembered that name. The man she had lost, the life that would never exist because of a decision someone else made for her. Would he be apart of that group now? If he told her no, pushed her away and locked her out, would he be taking a life away from not only her but himself. "The point is that what ifs don't count or matter, you're not allowed to just give up on yourself or me…"

She held out her hand and he moved his arm slowly taking it, holding it and for a moment the pain wasn't as strong. It was still here but it felt lighter, rather he liked it or not Quinn Perkins was going to be a part of his life. It didn't feel nearly as frightening as he thought it would, he looked up and saw that she was smiling and he smiled, it felt awkward but good. This felt right, as if he was moving in the right direction.

"Better?" She asked, he nodded his hand and gave her a slight tug pulling her closer. The closer she moved the lighter he felt, this definitely was the right thing to do. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, she was still sweet and bitter. She pulled back when his nose bumped against hers. "Ow…"

"I broke it." He frowned, he had never meant to actually hurt her. He raised his hand and she hadn't flinched, did she trust him that much? He pinched her nose and counted, before snapping back into place. "I'm sorry…"

"I know." She groaned and stepped forward, she hadn't moved to kiss him but rested her head against him. "They found Olivia."

"What!? Why didn't you tell me?!" He jumped backwards, falling over his own feet and rushed to grab his jacket. "Why are you just telling me now?"

"I did tell you! You were too busy… being you to care. It's why I threw the book."