It was always a bad subject with Quinn. Never seemed more likely.

He'd just have to find out on his own. Quinn didn't have to be involved, no matter how badly Valeriu wanted to know. No matter how the guns in the attic unnerved him.

It was for the best, he decided. As most things were when it came to his choices involving Quinn.

He wouldn't drag the other boy into this. It was Valeriu's problem, not Quinn's.

Pushing the picture away, he settled back atop the taller (damn it all) blonde, pulling him into a distracting kiss.

"Of course."

He would find some other way to hunt down the rogue father.