Frowning, Quin felt like he was incredibly late to an even more important party. What could he do now? He couldn't say not to marry the guy, not when he wasn't in a place to be able to step up and be what she wanted. Quin didn't even know if his life wasn't in shambles if he'd have been able to. He could certainly think of worse things than marrying somebody he cared a lot about and already thought of as family.

"I'm sorry Lis, I never knew, honestly." Even if he had, he had absolutely no idea what he'd have done about it back then, either. Dragging his hands through his hair and over his face, he sighed slowly before looking back up at her.  The helplessness and frustration were clear on his face as he looked at her. "I feel like this is my fault," Quin was rarely this straightforward, maybe it was the whiskey talking or the seriousness of the situation weighing down on him, but he felt like he had to say something. "You deserve better than this."