FINN
As if caught out by Remi’s words, Finn’s fingers cease their twirling. He clears his throat quietly, placing the feather back on the table and recovering the glass of water again to take another sip. ”I find it helps me to stop,” he murmurs, stormy eyes flicking down to the blanket in his lap now, as if suddenly and acutely aware that it’s not the one that was on the bed originally (he knows because it’s balled up nearby where he left it).
Snorting under his breath, Finn does not refute Remi’s outlandish words - they both know it’s true, and the deflection does its job. ”May they have the sweetest of dreams, those merfolk,” he says with a light sigh. He speaks nothing of Remi’s assholery; that seems like it would cut just a bit too close to the bone.
”You still helped me to sleep in the end, though.”
Snorting under his breath, Finn does not refute Remi’s outlandish words - they both know it’s true, and the deflection does its job. ”May they have the sweetest of dreams, those merfolk,” he says with a light sigh. He speaks nothing of Remi’s assholery; that seems like it would cut just a bit too close to the bone.
”You still helped me to sleep in the end, though.”
