Finally (girl it's been so little time I- )Quinn was here and she could relax a little bit, tucked between the wall and her not-so-secret favorite. Eden didn't move or say anything when he sat next to her, but she did reach out and grab his hand. Only because she thought he'd find it reassuring. She was trying to be a better friend ever since she'd almost lost him at the boars. Even though THAT had been all Emmerson's fault.

"Bro," Eden spoke quietly, looking at his sad, red, toes. Still feeling empty, albeit less so. "Can I give you my socks?" They were clean. Ish. She had shoes and long sweatpants.

Eden didn't notice Quinn's little perk-up at the cuddle pile. But she'd tell him to live his dreams if she had. He'd done what was important and claimed the correct spot on the floor (next to her!).