Laughing, Quinn waved Shane's hand off, not the least bit bothered by the flick. "I like running okay? I don't have to think. It's just...my legs, the sky, and the endless field in front of me. Nothing else." He sighed, a wistful look on his face. He didn't run like he had in track much. He was always running around at work and sometimes he went out and just ran for the sheer joy of it in the evenings, but he wasn't running marathons. He'd been a long distance runner.

"I'm sure he'll only half listen if I say that. Being opinionated and all. Not that I care." Quinn finished his muffin and pulled away to throw the wrapper away, getting distracted by the window and the blue sky outside. It looked so perfect framed in such a small window. He knew better though. "I mean, I want to go out and change the world still, but I'm not sure that I need to study to do that."