Quin frowned at the reaction of Casey when he touched him, and even more so when his friend got upset, knowing it wasn't because he was upset with him, but because he was scared. Drawing his hand back completely and placing it onto the counter, Quin looked at Casey, trying to 'read' his emotions. Taking a deep breath, the redhead pushed back against the countertop and looked at his best friend strongly.
"Neither of us chose this Shino. I didn't go out and look for a vampire, he came to us, and what do you want me to do? Kick him out?" Quin asked as his brows furrowed. "I care about you. I care about our families, and I'll do my best to protect all of you, but Jonas has nothing right now. I can't just kick him out of my house." Quin rubbed his head and sighed deeply, feeling constricted with his own decisions.
"I'm sorry, but I just can't imagine kicking Jonas out when it could mean he could die in the process. And even if I did, we're already in deep shit. And if he's gone, we have no one strong enough to protect us all." Quin said, his voice slowly lowering with each word he spoke, beginning to almost give up with the argument. He always hated bickering with Casey, especially since he cared so much for the man, it was bothersome to see him upset.
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