sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Is it good? Finn wants to ask, before belatedly remembering the plans they'd so optimistically been making at Longnight. They've barely had a chance to see each other, let alone speak to one another since that night, and his cheeks are already flushing at the sight of Tobi right now, let alone the feelings that those memories spark. Swallowing hard and about to agree, in the end, that it is good, instead he finds himself holding a half drunk glass of wine.
"Oh, I... that is very kind of you," he begins automatically, though it should be of no surprise that Finn does not plan to drink out of someone else's glass. Instead he drifts into the kitchen, turning on the light and collecting up another glass. The bottle is still there (though it's more than half empty, Tobi), and he tops her up and pours his own drink before returning.
"My eyelashes flinch?" he repeats, blinking at her from behind his glasses. "Well, I... thank you. But you don't have to tonight. You thought I wouldn't be home, remember."
"Oh, I... that is very kind of you," he begins automatically, though it should be of no surprise that Finn does not plan to drink out of someone else's glass. Instead he drifts into the kitchen, turning on the light and collecting up another glass. The bottle is still there (though it's more than half empty, Tobi), and he tops her up and pours his own drink before returning.
"My eyelashes flinch?" he repeats, blinking at her from behind his glasses. "Well, I... thank you. But you don't have to tonight. You thought I wouldn't be home, remember."
FINN
