they know not what they do

we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain

"I was not aware that I was pulling off anything at all," Finn says mildly, though the twist of his lips suggests that he is at least aware of himself as a man, even if he doesn't much care about how he looks. He'd been a prostitute, after all. He doesn't expect the sudden drawing back into seriousness, the way her fingers press against his own causing the Spyglass to furrow his brow, but he does nod. "I'll do my best to try," he says, and he sounds as if he might just mean it for once.

He wrinkles his nose, however, at the idea of earning the ire of any god, and as she accepts his request to stay, he feels himself melt bonelessly back into the couch even further. "I was looking for quite the opposite," he assures her. Indeed, as Tobi returns to work, Finn will eventually find himself slumping to lay down on the couch, the blanket spread over his legs. His back is pressed into the cushions - because he's never going to be that comfortable after his last wake up - and he listens to Tobi as she putters about.

He doesn't sleep, but he doesn't mind.

~FIN

FINN