Quinn was your friend. It was quite surprising how she managed to not manipulate you and use you but she felt you were genuine enough to tell her anything and she can’t ever be offended by it.

You’re really closed off, especially ever since one of your close relatives has passed, you felt weird. You distanced yourself a lot more and this obviously confused Quinn a bit more than usual.

“You okay?” Quinn asks you during a friends night. You immediately bawled and Quinn pauses, an awkward hand patting your shoulder. “What’s… uhm, wrong?” she asks awkwardly. You knew Quinn wasn’t usually the type to comfort — you can’t be mad at her.