FINN
"Because," Finn mumbles as he follows Tobi into the apartment, setting his cup down beside hers and almost sagging back against the door once it's closed and locked. "It isn't just about me." Even if it had been Tobi's idea, to make it about him tonight. It isn't what Finn is used to; indeed, what he is used to is entirely the opposite, and if the tables had been turned then he would have dutifully gone to task without hesitation.
He almost swears Tobi will be able to feel the thunder of his pulse beneath his coat lapel, and though the nervous anticipation from a few minutes ago has by no means left, there is something about this conversation that seems very important. (Because it is, Finn, you dork). "Well, I... I suppose if you asked, it wouldn't be selfish to answer," he says softly, wishing suddenly that there were less layers between them.
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to do anything."
He almost swears Tobi will be able to feel the thunder of his pulse beneath his coat lapel, and though the nervous anticipation from a few minutes ago has by no means left, there is something about this conversation that seems very important. (Because it is, Finn, you dork). "Well, I... I suppose if you asked, it wouldn't be selfish to answer," he says softly, wishing suddenly that there were less layers between them.
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to do anything."
