(For Scout Kane)

Blanket TR: Quinton has creepy thoughts about everything

Quinton took the carriage to the Kane estate. He’d heard news of what had happened to his friend just that morning, and if he were anybody else, he would have been devastated at the news. However, since Quinton was the sort of man that he was, he found himself finding the bit of news only interesting. And disappointing. Another friend dead, but he was again denied the delight of seeing how high the pain threshold was. Ah well. He’d learn to live with that disappointment, but for now, society dictated that he call on the widow of his friend to offer his condolences. And that was what he was doing that day.

He’d yet to meet Astor’s wife, although Quinton was not sure who did not actually know of the woman. He supposed that it was regretful that Astor had never had the chance to introduce the two, but he also thought that that would leave Quinton more free to do what he wished.

When he finally reached the estate, he would give his card to whatever servant answered the door—Jasper was sadly still out of commission, and Quinton had yet to find a temporary replacement that he could trust.

“The lady may not know me,” he would say to the servant, “but I was friends with her husband. I wish to express my condolences.”