Crash motioned for Quinn to get in the elevator. "Do you want me to look at your leg or not?"

"I need a new pair of shoes." Quinn stated firmly. As he got in, looking at Crash, "You promise she won't bite me again?"

"Promise-ish." Smirked Crash as he pulled the gate open on the second level before Quinn had a chance to say anything.

Motioning for him to hang back for a moment. "Apple." Crash called out, hearing her jump down from her little den area in the hall next to the bathroom. She instantly started growling as she spotted Quinn.

"Crash!?" Yelled Quinn as Apple started to walk towards him. He wasn't sure if he should slam the gate shut or jump on Crash to get her to stop.

"He's cool." Crash spoke. Making a motion with his hand that Apple seemed to understand and stopped. Just like that.

Quinn let out a heavy breath, relaxing a little.

"Well, he's cool for now." Crash stated, looking over his shoulder at Quinn, and Apple gave him the same look. The two of them silently threaten him. As if to say this, understanding could easily come to change.

"If you didn't want me here. . . " Quinn started to speak, but Crash cut him off.

"I'm just fucking with you. I told her . . . you're cool." Crash knew his dog. He was the one that trained her to be as she was. So when he said that Quinn was cool she knew to trust Crash. "See." He pointed as Apple turned and walked into the kitchen. "She could care less now. Plus, it's after dinner time for her."

Crash fed her a natural raw diet. Most days it was a high-grade ground beef with a raw egg, a scoop of pumpkin, and a few frozen treats that were blends of other veggies and fruits. A dose of a vitamin supplement and some oils to make her coat shiny. Thus far, Crash hasn't heard any complaints from her. It was a step up from whatever she had found on the streets before he took her in.

He asked if Quinn wanted a beer while he was working on getting her dinner ready. Quinn had already helped himself to look around his place again. Crash watched as Quinn limped around for a moment, then took a seat on his sofa, watching as he ran his fingers along the wooden table behind it.

"You didn't have time to touch that earlier like downstairs. " Crash stated. Showing that he had noticed the sheet was missing on his artwork. Calling Quinn out on it now.

"You telling me no makes me want to do it more," Quinn commented honestly. Sure, everyone felt that way when they were told no.

Crash shook his head, "Almost forgot you were a kid."

Quinn glared at Crash but didn't say anything else, withdrawing his hand from the table.

"I made it." Commented Crash casually as he moved down the hall to the bathroom for his first aid kit. "I made just about everything in here."

He wasn't sure as to why he was sharing this information with Quinn. Even less sure as to why he bothered to invite him up. He never let anyone into his home. Hell, only a few people from the chapter knew where he lived. Brandon and Tonka. He liked his personal life to be private. Inviting Quinn, an outsider, was just asking for trouble, yet he felt oddly relaxed.

Crash had been fearing the worst when Brandon didn't pick up on the first two calls. The thought of being stuck in the local lockup wouldn't have been good for anyone, and he didn't want to have to call Tonka to come to get him.

Crash patted his knee after taking a seat on his coffee table, motioning for Quinn to prop his leg on him.

"Who names a pitbull Apple?" Asked Quinn as he worked on getting his shoe off.

"I do." Crash looked over at her, "She's the apple of my eye."

Quinn practically gagged on the words, causing Crash to laugh. "I'm not that lame, just lazy. That's what the shelter named her. So I just kept it."  

The ASPCA had caught her in an apple field not far from where they are now. The owner had called about a stray running around his land and wanted it off before he did something about it.

Quinn whined as Crash pushed the bottom of his jeans up to get a better look at the bite mark. It was worse than both of them thought it would have been.

"She got you good," Crash commented, suddenly feeling bad about joking about it before, but didn't show that on his face.

"I wasn't pretending." Stated Quinn, his limp had been real. It hurt for him to walk on his ankle afterward.

Crash rolled his leg over on his knee so he could get a good look at it before turning to his first aid kit, grabbing a few gauzes and some rubbing alcohol.

"NO!" Quinn practically yelled in Crash's face as he eyed the solution, jerking his leg away, but not fast enough for Crash to stop him and return his leg to his knee.

The sudden shift in the air even got Apple's attention, perking her head up from the dog bed she was lying on in the corner of the living room, watching them.

"Don't be a baby now, kid." Crash felt if he could take a bite like that he could take a few seconds of a sting to make sure the wound was clean.

Sure, Apple had all the shots required by law in the off chance this was to happen to a stranger to keep him from being fined a hefty fee and or having to put her down for biting someone. However, that didn't mean she didn't lick her butt from time to time.

"Use something else, or I'll just leave." Spoke Quinn firmly. It wasn't that he was scared of the pain, but the trauma of his past that caused him to fear it so much.