"How long have you been out here?"
Rose gave a half shrug and answered,
"A while"
Then she took a a step back from the table and picked up a couple of the pieces from the floor. The white marble piece had fallen apart again, its dull shards harmlessly laying on the ground.
"That piece broke again."
Her voice was laced with irritation.
She scooped all the pieces of it she could find off the floor and into her hands. Then she looked over at Quinn again, who was still standing at the door, looking more and more like an idiot.
"Are you going to help me or…?"
Quinn shook his head like he was trying to throw water out of his ears. Then, still sounding like he had his head in the clouds,
"Uh… yeah… yeah I'm here."
Rose rolled her eyes. She was slightly amused… but mostly annoyed.
"Then make yourself useful. Theres glue over there."
She said gesturing to the only othe cramped corner with a box in it.
Quinn started at it for a second and asked,
"…You know it won't be done drying in time, right?"
Rose was pinched the bridge of her nose,
"Yes… I know. Grab tape too."
She had finished picking up the tiny piece and placed them all in her hands. Some shards tried to slip between her fingers, but she wouldn't let them.
"If only you'd stay in one piece."
She grumbled under her breath.
Quinn wasn't paying enough attention to hear it. He almost never did.
Rose's hands weren't as nice as Quinn's. They weren't as clean, or as unscathed. She definitely had some scars. Some were small, little memories of a reckless childhood. Though she had two bigger ones. The slight newer one ran across her knuckles, it wasn't horribly noticeable unless you looked long enough. The other one was more complicated.