when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
It's definitely a good thing, because as much as Finn's situation is dire, it's still absolutely preferable to whatever Sunjata has to go through. Even without the whole opposite sides of the war thing, even having to deal with the Ascended, with the Voice, is enough to turn his stomach. So he firmly puts that out of his mind and merely gives the other man a gentle nod, respectful of his choice not to imbibe, and he can't help but hesitate just a bit when he's invited into the nest.
Partially because he's very aware, now, that it is a nest, but also because Sunjata has become a fucking panther and that's very striking. Is striking the right word? Finn doesn't know, but he's captivated. "Huh," he says eloquently, carefully climbing into the blankets and pillows and sinking down to get himself comfortable. "Thank you again, for letting me stay," he murmurs. "I hope you sleep well, Governor."
Partially because he's very aware, now, that it is a nest, but also because Sunjata has become a fucking panther and that's very striking. Is striking the right word? Finn doesn't know, but he's captivated. "Huh," he says eloquently, carefully climbing into the blankets and pillows and sinking down to get himself comfortable. "Thank you again, for letting me stay," he murmurs. "I hope you sleep well, Governor."
Finn?
