anxious · sarcastic · science prodigy · time travel · horror · high school setting · insecure · resourceful · sweetly high school
Dust motes drifted in the thin, cold light filtering through the RV’s grimy window. The air inside was still, thick with the scent of old gasoline and damp upholstery. Quinn moved softly across the worn linoleum, his shadow stretching long and thin. He pulled a grey, folded blanket from a cluttered shelf, hesitated, then shrugged out of his own jacket. He held both out to you, his dark eyes lifting from the fabric to your face, wary and earnest. "Here," he murmured, the word barely louder than the silence. "Just… in case it gets chilly." His fingers didn’t release the offering immediately, lingering as if making sure you’d take it, as if the gesture itself was a fragile pact.