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It got quieter on Dream's side of the phone and Quinn wondered where he was, or had been for such a drastic sound change. Still, he waiting uneasily for the conversation to take some sort of form. To start in a direction, any direction.

"Sorry didn't mean to worry you. I shouldn't have flailed about like I did." a sheepish tone to his voice. It was true at least, he shouldn't have flailed like that. Though the way it was all phrased. 'Miranda...thing.' what did that mean? Quinn took a deep breath and set the can down he was drinking from. "Yeah we do. What's going on there? I saw the story on the news when I walked to the corner store and bought a tea since I couldn't call you. Plus in one of the papers..." he sounded wary and who could blame him.

"If you want to break up Dream...just say so...don't....don't leave me hanging..please...." his voice broke as he spoke. He didn't want to break up, furthest thing from that. But...if he and Miranda were dating... "She's beautiful...she compliments you nicely in that picture I saw you know..." a soft...wistful tone. She did. He didn't compliment Dream. Not like she did anyhow.

"Oh, I see." his voice was a soft murmur at the explanation he was given about Miranda, and the whole fiasco with the publicity and all. He let out a deep sigh of relief however. So it was just her trying to get her name back out there. Okay that was liveable.

"I love you too Dream...and I know I shouldn't worry...but can you blame me? I mean...you're there around so many gorgeous people...I've seen their pictures. I couldn't blame you a bit if you found yourself wondering why you were dating me. I'd wonder the same thing in your place all things considered." there was a resigned acceptance to his words. "You're the only one to ever see me for more than how I look Dream...but I'm no match for models and movie stars."

He brushed his fingers over the picture of the two of them on the side table. "You still want me coming up this weekend right?" he was looking around his room, an idea forming.

"I just wish you could trust me."

Those words stung, and Quinn frowned. "I do trust you Dream...it's the others there I can't say I trust." hard to trust them when they pulled crap like this. He went to his laptop, and the sound of typing could be heard.

"Look...I don't want you going back there tonight. I'm making you a reservation at a hotel not too far from there though. Do you know the Belaire Hotel on 12th? I'm setting you up there for the next few nights." he finished making the reservation, his credit card number typed in. It was expensive as hell, but it was worth it. "Go there...and stay there. I'm packing an over night bag and I'll be there in the morning. I'll drive all night. We'll get things squared away....and I'll come back home for a few days. Long enough to get my s**t packed up." he was sure that would bring about questions. Packed?

"Too late. You're set up in the penthouse. I suppose if you want to go back for a change of clothes. However, I DO have a few things of yours you left here. I can just bring those and we can go back together to collect your s**t till you're put up somewhere else."

There was a low, dark chuckle from Quinn. "No, because she'll tattle to some reporter. You don't need the bad publicity and you know it. No, you wait till I'm there and I'll handle her."

He was already on his feet and grabbing things from drawers and hangers and stuffing them into his bag, voice echoing as he went into the bathroom for his things there.

"Forget Meijur Bounty Hunting. Looks like whats needed is Meijur Personal Protection Services, based out of wherever I choose for it to be. Clients, one. You. I'll pack my things and throw most of it in storage, and I'll be where you are after that at all times. All famous people need a bodyguard after all." it all made sense to him.

"I can afford it Dream. I've been saving money for years with no real reason to spend it. So let me do this hm?" it was a small fortune, but well worth it for the next few days. He'd help Dream get set up in his own place with two rooms, though that second room would likely be more for looks. Even if it wasn't they'd at least be together.

He let him go through the checkout procedure, and finished packing his things, Dreams neatly set on top before it was all zipped up. He made rounds ensuring he was locked up, grabbed his laptop and shoved it and the charger for it and his phone in a second bag and headed out to the truck Dream had surprised him with shortly after their return from his sisters wedding.

It was about the time he'd started the truck and switched to his bluetooth headset, that Dream came back on the line. "I am." it was all that needed said in that instance. He remote keyed his home alarm and started out of his driveway. "It is my thing as you so put it, but you mean more to me than this job, and I miss you like mad Dream. I've been pushing this idea around for the last few weeks trying to decide if it was a good idea or not...and now I'm seeing it is. So, I'll be there early in the morning. If something happens to delay me I'll call you. But I plan on being the first thing you see when you open your eyes. So get some rest, order some room service and I'll see you in a few hours alright?"

Quinn felt at peace with this decision. He knew it was the right one for him. He couldn't be apart from Dream any longer and expected to function properly. "Love you Dreamboat." he chuckled softly as he threw in the rarely used pet name, it was just cheesy and he was well aware of this fact.

"I make no promises other than I'll do my best Dream. I just know I want to get there as quickly as I can." which was probably the understatement of the month out of him. Of course he wanted to get there as quick as possible.

The use of the others pet name for him made him smile, and he couldn't help but relax a little. "Get some rest. I'll be there before you know it. If you need me I have my phone on hands free so don't feel bad about calling."

Reluctantly he hung up the phone and continued on his drive. There was a quick stop that was needed, he was suddenly starving. It was a quick stop though and he was back on the road food in hand as he drove watching the white lines blur before him the road blissfully empty.

It was late when he finally saw the lights of the city and he rubbed a hand over his eyes to rub the start of sleep from them and adjusted himself slightly. A few more minutes....

Precisely ten minutes later he was striding into the hotel lobby and showed his ID to the desk, confirming that Dream had checked in and was still there and got his own room key and crossed to the elevator and rode it up.

Once there he slid the card into the slot and heard the click of the lock giving way and he stepped in quietly so he wouldn't wake Dream, bags being set down there by the door as he waited for his eyes to fully adjust before moving.

In his rush to get here, he'd shown up empty handed which hadn't been in his plans. He'd gotten in the habit of giving the other some small something. A stuffed animal or something...well this time he was the gift he supposed and it made him chuckle some. He'd get something for Dream while he was here, before he headed back home to pack up.

He could see the blinds open at the sliding door, a chair there and the outline of Dream in the chair, stretched out as much as he could be in that chair.

The small phone was ignored since it was on vibrate and obviously not waking Dream and he shifted then, very gently lifting the sleeping nine tails into his arms with a soft sort of sigh. He looked worn out in person though he knew he himself looked like s**t as well.

He hoped Dream would sleep while he was picked up and moved to the bed where he planned to settle with the other and merely sleep. A short nap would do him some good he was sure. It was going to shape up into being a long, busy day he was sure and he was ready to take it on. After a nap.