when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
It isn't a moment that can last forever, so as Sunjata draws away after a few minutes more of relaxation in the hot water, Finn lets him go. He stretches luxuriously and rises up after the other man, bubbles and bath oils still glistening against his skin. "That sounds like a very difficult position to be in," he says, glancing around and belatedly realising that he doesn't even have a towel to hand. Way to go Finn, waltzing into the bath without any thoughts for what to do afterwards. (He blames the dreamdust, but he'd probably be just as much of a disaster on his own).
"I thought you mentioned he was a demigod, though? For the Voice. What does he have to be afraid of?" he wonders, ruffling his fingers through his wet hair and wading out of the bath, figuring he'll drip dry in the meantime. As for him finding Sunjata's room? Finn has the good grace to flush a bit, rubbing at the back of his head. "I can go if you would prefer? The last thing I want to do is intrude when you've done all of this for us."
"I thought you mentioned he was a demigod, though? For the Voice. What does he have to be afraid of?" he wonders, ruffling his fingers through his wet hair and wading out of the bath, figuring he'll drip dry in the meantime. As for him finding Sunjata's room? Finn has the good grace to flush a bit, rubbing at the back of his head. "I can go if you would prefer? The last thing I want to do is intrude when you've done all of this for us."
Finn?
