Reassured by the fact that Dahlia seemed to relax, her broad smile lighting up her face and he found himself in awe, breathing out a sigh of relief. "Give it time," He teased, but hoped she was right. It was nice to get to spend time together like this, outside the shop, focus on one another, but the demands on Quin's time were constant and he hoped he would be able to find a workable balance.

"I would like that, I can always use all the help I can get," His manager liked to remind him often. On a more serious note, Quin waivered on how best to phrase this. Dahlia was young, he was old and somewhat set in his ways. It wasn't that he was unwilling to change, it was more that he was too oblivious to know how to change and meet the new needs in his life. "Promise me one thing," He smiled slowly, hoping that this didn't seem too heavy. "Keep being forthcoming, I am hopelessly oblivious." He would do his absolute best to be more aware, but he was deep into his own habits. "I'll need some time and grace to adjust, but please don't ever be afraid to tell me what's on your mind." His parents had always had such open lines of communication that he was positive it was the only reason his father had survived this long without being beaten to death with a rolling pin at his mother's hands.