FINN
”It must be the good night’s sleep,” Finn says of his platitudes, taking the ribbing on the chin with an ease that surprises even himself. Has it been that long since he last woke up without being exhausted? Huffing out a breath that’s almost a laugh to himself, he glances up at Remi. ”Banned, huh? What was it - your ire, or your people skills?” Not that he can say much - if anything - redeeming about his own place at the Order’s meetings. Finn was a tool to be utilised, and he played his role well. Or else.
Much more alert by now, he does notice, this morning, how Remi seems very keen not to look at him now that he’s not entirely dressed. ”I can manage,” he assures the other man, not wanting to twist the knife in this peculiar sense of awkwardness, and gritting his teeth as he got to his feet. One hand on the bandages, Finn walks stiffly to the dresser and grabs a fresh shirt and pants, suddenly aware that the room is quickly becoming a mess. Tidying will be a later job.
He takes a few minutes to change, finally buttoning his shirt with hands that tremble a bit from the exertion, but seeming glad of the independence. ”Shall we?” he asks.
Much more alert by now, he does notice, this morning, how Remi seems very keen not to look at him now that he’s not entirely dressed. ”I can manage,” he assures the other man, not wanting to twist the knife in this peculiar sense of awkwardness, and gritting his teeth as he got to his feet. One hand on the bandages, Finn walks stiffly to the dresser and grabs a fresh shirt and pants, suddenly aware that the room is quickly becoming a mess. Tidying will be a later job.
He takes a few minutes to change, finally buttoning his shirt with hands that tremble a bit from the exertion, but seeming glad of the independence. ”Shall we?” he asks.
