sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
A nasty part of Finn's mind remembers dozens of other occasions where hands have forced apart his fingers to pin them in place, and he has to give himself a gentle twist against habit to relax beneath Tobi's touch, to coax his pulse to slow back into something sleepy and content. Luckily, it's not too difficult, not with the familiarity of the room all around and the memories of all the good things that have happened so close to the surface.
"Mm... you did drink almost an entire bottle of wine," he agrees, and he's about to give her a list of things that might help with a hangover when she continues. "I... well. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable. Or rather... it did but not in any way that is your fault." Discomfort from an erection that neither of them could have accounted for can't entirely be blamed on Tobi. "It was a nice distraction."
"Mm... you did drink almost an entire bottle of wine," he agrees, and he's about to give her a list of things that might help with a hangover when she continues. "I... well. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable. Or rather... it did but not in any way that is your fault." Discomfort from an erection that neither of them could have accounted for can't entirely be blamed on Tobi. "It was a nice distraction."
FINN
