While Finn was talking Tal set aside the wet, heavy coat once he'd struggled out of it, and after a moment's hesitation he stripped off his tunic and did the same with it. Wrapping the towel back around his bare, skinny chest he rubbed his arms through the fluffy fabric and looked around at the picnic a little dubiously.
Mostly he was trying to pretend that the shivers he felt were from the cold and not from almost dying.
And that there wasn't an awkward half stalk conveniently hidden by a fold of the towel.
"I mean... I'm definitely not thirsty. I dunno if I'm hungry. Kinda just... uh." He shook his head, flinging water drops everywhere as he scowled past a candle, a little shocky still. "Fuckin' hail that was close." Luckily he hadn't swallowed more than a mouthful of pondwater before Frey had wrapped him in their strong, sexy arms, but that did beg the question...
"So. Uh. Not that I'm complainin' but... why Frey?" He slanted a quick peek at Finn from beneath dark lashes, warily curious.
Mostly he was trying to pretend that the shivers he felt were from the cold and not from almost dying.
And that there wasn't an awkward half stalk conveniently hidden by a fold of the towel.
"I mean... I'm definitely not thirsty. I dunno if I'm hungry. Kinda just... uh." He shook his head, flinging water drops everywhere as he scowled past a candle, a little shocky still. "Fuckin' hail that was close." Luckily he hadn't swallowed more than a mouthful of pondwater before Frey had wrapped him in their strong, sexy arms, but that did beg the question...
"So. Uh. Not that I'm complainin' but... why Frey?" He slanted a quick peek at Finn from beneath dark lashes, warily curious.
