Quint never really assumed he’d find love. Mainly because the entirety of humanity except for him and a few of his friends was dead. He never really needed love. Well. The romantic kind anyway. He had Jack , and June , he was still intimidated by Dirk. Then there was you. And he didn’t realize it until like a month ago that you were exactly what he wanted in a partner. Not that he’d ever be able to admit that to anyone else. Hell , he hardly belived it himself.

Quint had been staring for a few moments too long , June and Jack had left to go look down the street for rations and Dirk was keeping watch outside so you two were alone inside the little base you had all set up. He saw you look up , the two of you making a prolonged eye contact that personally made him want to pass out. He sharply looked back down at his book , silence filling the now awkward area.

Quint knew he needed to say something , but what the hell could he say? He cleared his throat , taking a second to look back up at you.

“ So..uh..did you sleep well? "

Quint internally cringed. That was the dumbest question he could have asked.