FINN
Remi is lucky - the drugs in Finn’s system have not entirely worn off yet, and it’s like thinking through soup, trying to figure out what’s going on. The Alchemist’s words filter through to him slowly, reaching in fingers of awareness and prompting him to tuck his hand back beneath the blanket. ”Mm... You stayed?” He rides the words out on a sigh, his voice still thick with drowsiness. It’s obvious that he’s not going anywhere presently.
Blinking a couple of times to try and clear his vision (he’s half successful), he peeps over at Remi holding the shirt, more snug in bed than a grown man has any right to be. ”The landlady brings up coffee a little after dawn,” he mumbles, not entirely aware of what the time is and if he’s missed the knock at his door. ”If you want some, I mean.”
Blinking a couple of times to try and clear his vision (he’s half successful), he peeps over at Remi holding the shirt, more snug in bed than a grown man has any right to be. ”The landlady brings up coffee a little after dawn,” he mumbles, not entirely aware of what the time is and if he’s missed the knock at his door. ”If you want some, I mean.”
