It really had been a long time. So much so that Quentin couldn't stop himself doing a slight double-take when she came to sit beside him. Mostly, it was because he was tired and had been off in his own little world while he waited for them to see the doctor. There was that part of him that was surprised too, because it felt like a really long time ago since they had hooked up and had a thing. It didn't just feel like a lifetime ago, it felt like someone else's lifetime after all he had been through. "Gen," he said, surprised. She was the last person he would have expected to see lingering in a peds ward. "What are you doing here?"

That may have been forward, rude, and none of his business, but he couldn't help asking. He shifted a little, and carefully, in his seat and repositioned Tanner slightly against him so he could get some circulation back in his arm. Tanner just slept on, pacifier in place, looking cute as a button like he always did with his long lashes against his cheeks while he slept. It didn't seem real that such a beautiful little thing could come from something so awful like a drug environment. In saying that, Quentin had seen Milo recently and he was pretty proud of himself for how gorgeous a baby he made. That had been a bad situation too, not all that unlike Tanner's entrance into the world.