sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
The same one is as much reassurance as Finn can hope for, and while there's still heat in his cheeks and a pillow shoved across his lap, his smile becomes a little more earnest. "You don't have to compliment me," he says softly, his shoulders relaxing somewhat as it all balances out, as Tobi puts it. Letting out a full breath for what feels like the first time in the past few minutes, Finn sags against the headboard and closes his eyes, rubbing a hand across his face.
"Oh... I... no, that's not it. I mean, I..." The blush is more intense, but Finn forces himself through the words that want to close his throat. "I wanted to as well, last night. But I knew it wouldn't be the right time," Letting his hand drop, he lets out a laugh that seems suddenly boyish and relieved. "I trust you, Tobi. And I know that talking only does so much. Slow is good, but we don't have to stop doing what we are doing... you know?" If you want to goes hand in hand with that, naturally.
"Oh... I... no, that's not it. I mean, I..." The blush is more intense, but Finn forces himself through the words that want to close his throat. "I wanted to as well, last night. But I knew it wouldn't be the right time," Letting his hand drop, he lets out a laugh that seems suddenly boyish and relieved. "I trust you, Tobi. And I know that talking only does so much. Slow is good, but we don't have to stop doing what we are doing... you know?" If you want to goes hand in hand with that, naturally.
FINN
