FINN
"Something new?" Finn's tone is dryer that Hak Etme, and the look in his stormy eyes suggests that this alone has been enough to jolt him out of anything he might be thinking about left on the coffee table in her apartment. "Okay," he concedes, because he'll probably enjoy it. Probably. And it's only hot chocolate. (It absolutely is not). And so they do set off again, holding hands, their feet crunching in the snow that has been tamped down by dozens of footsteps that have come before.
"I like to hold your hand," Finn says to his shoes, though there's still a soft and dimpled smile on his face. "And I like to fall asleep next to you. I can't remember the last time I had nightmares," he admits, and though he tries to stop it, a brief creeping of sadness enters his tone. He wonders whether he will sleep at all once he has left Stormbreak.
"I like to hold your hand," Finn says to his shoes, though there's still a soft and dimpled smile on his face. "And I like to fall asleep next to you. I can't remember the last time I had nightmares," he admits, and though he tries to stop it, a brief creeping of sadness enters his tone. He wonders whether he will sleep at all once he has left Stormbreak.
