Just a brain fart. I have this head canon where D and Rhys hang out, drink beer and generally chat about everything that’s shitting on their lives right then and their kids etc because they are the best of bros ; 3;
It was almost comical really, the two of them sat side by side on the tiny step on the back porch of the O’Shay house, all broad shoulders and almost accidentally shoving one another off. Rhys had always had a lot of respect for David. He’d been through so much over the years and even if he had been a total and childish dick with how he’d broken up with Glinda all those years ago they’d become good friends.
“I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing.” It was David who spoke up first, picking at the label on his beer with his thumb nail the way he tended too when he was troubled.
Rhys waited to see if there was more but the other man lapsed into silence again, just taking a long swig of his beer. Toying with his own bottle, rocking it lightly from side to side the shorter of the two men pondered the statement before speaking. “You’ve been training him for this for months… you must think he’s ready if you’re letting him go ahead with it?”
“I… yeah. He is, physically anyway.” The frown on David’s pale brow deepened as he tried to explain what was bothering him. D had never been great with words, always preferring actions but he was a good man, just not an overly articulate one at times. “He’s worked hard to get into shape and train, he’s been working especially hard on his telekinesis too to get the level of control back he used to have but I don’t know if he’s ready mentally. He’s going to be working with the very people he hurt, directly or otherwise and they’re not going to be as quick to accept him as we all where.”
Rhys was glad David hadn’t said forgive instead of accept. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever really forgive Quinto Farley for the things he’d done, especially hurting Evelyn and tearing up Finn’s heart the way he had but he’d accepted him back into the family all the same. Rhys would never turn anyone away, especially someone who was trying as hard as Quin was to change. “I think he knows that, if anything it might be why he’s so determined to do it. Do you know what team he’s being assigned too yet?”
“No… but there isn’t one that wasn’t affected by everything he did… people died Rhys- Quin might not have been the one to pull the trigger but he may as well have been, he put people in a position to die easily because it furthered his and his mom’s goals. And I know so much of that was his mom’s influence… but- he’s always enjoyed the power, you know? And I can understand it too, I saw it in my own dad, he revealed in it the same way Quin does, I don’t think anyone wouldn’t if they where in their shoes but still…”
“And he’s acknowledged that and he’s trying to do right even though he knows it won’t bring those people back.” Rhys sighed, pushing his glasses back up his nose, they tended to slip down a little at times, must to his constant frustration. He didn’t even really need them, it had just become habit over the years to still wear them. “Is he planning to tell anyone about that side of his powers?”
David shook his head then and Rhys couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. He couldn’t blame Quin for not wanting others to know, it would instantly shatter any trust if his team worried he might be influencing their minds and thoughts but it wouldn’t do anywhere near as much damage as it would if they found out later he’d been lying to them by omission.
“He’s determined not to use his influence at all.” Staring off into the distance as he spoke David still had that frown in place. “Which is part of what’s bothering me really. It’s part of him. It’s part of who he is and it always will be, running from it is just as bad as giving in to it if you ask me. He needs to learn to master it and to just… I dunno- not get sucked into how it makes him feel, you know? You know what he’s like, he’s always gotten off on being in control but when he just let that control go while he was in the hospital he was an utter mess, he needs to find a balance.”
“And he’ll never do that by lying to people… Yeah, I understand D, I really do. It’s hard to know what to think or say. I think it’s something he needs to figure out for himself though, you can tell him all you want that he needs to find the balance but until he comes to that realisation himself, they’ll just be hollow words.”
“Hnn.” The taller blonde looked at Rhys then, giving a nod before slapping him on the shoulder affectionately. “You’re right. Some things he just needs to figure out in his own time, I just really hope he doesn’t end up getting hurt figuring it out.”
