FINN
Not remotely gruntled by this prospect of new things, somehow Finn still crunches through the snow with a lighter heart than he's had in what feels like forever. Almost definitely since receiving the letter addressed to the Spyglass, anyway, and as they turn onto the well lit streets towards the Pacifist Plaza, they are not the only couple strolling and holding hands. Finn's smile grows even if he doesn't look up entirely; it isn't often that either of them can pass for normal or like everyone else, but they're managing it just now.
"You were?" he pipes up, blinking his surprise and glancing across at her. "I don't, do I? I can always sleep somewhere else, I--" Visibly stopping himself from saying anything more, Finn takes a deep breath in and lets it out again, before smiling once more. "I'm glad it wasn't the case," he concludes.
And as his hand is tugged, Finn finds himself pulled a little closer; far from objecting to it, he gazes down at the bundled up doctor beside him. "Thank you," he almost whispers. "Perhaps I will even come home this time without needing a check up."
"You were?" he pipes up, blinking his surprise and glancing across at her. "I don't, do I? I can always sleep somewhere else, I--" Visibly stopping himself from saying anything more, Finn takes a deep breath in and lets it out again, before smiling once more. "I'm glad it wasn't the case," he concludes.
And as his hand is tugged, Finn finds himself pulled a little closer; far from objecting to it, he gazes down at the bundled up doctor beside him. "Thank you," he almost whispers. "Perhaps I will even come home this time without needing a check up."
