The afternoon had been a pleasant one, all things considered. There was a film over it, however, an oily coating that tainted what would have otherwise been a perfectly normal afternoon, all things considered. Silas asking, nearly<i>begging</i>him to keep his shotgun close at hand hung above them, a constant in the back of Quin's mind. He couldn't understand why Silas had asked such a thing, or what he was expecting come nightfall.<br/><br/>That said, he should have anticipated the shift in the tides. Silas' words were so preposterous that for a moment Quin didn't realize what he'd said.<br/><br/>Quin slammed the laptop shut and scrambled to his feet, knocking over half their impromptu fort in his hurry.  "W-wait!" He cursed low, hurrying to pull on his snow boots without bothering to lace them to charge after the idiot that had dashed off<i>barefoot. </i>Silas had looked moments away from freezing to death this morning and he was going to do it all over again? The<i>hell</i>was he thinking?<br/><br/>Quin's heavy footfalls sounded behind Silas as he charged down the porch. He was quick to snag Silas's arm, hand tightening around his bicep with an insistent grip."Are you<i>nuts</i>? It was a miracle you survived last time, do you want to die out there?"