FINN
Knowing nothing about the way his counterpart has just analysed his lighthearted quip (sometimes a triangle is just a triangle, Remi), from Finn’s perspective things have just gotten profoundly and horribly awkward. And then the cherry on the top: sudden, maddening pain! He feels sick, nausea creeping up the back of his throat, and his eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to wrangle the several sources of discomfort thrumming throughout his body.
”It’s fine,” he says through a quick exhale. It was not fine, but there is nothing else to say about it, in truth. Finn does his best to force his legs and back to straighten, to relax the muscles in his abdomen, ignore the deep and unpleasant ache from... oh, everywhere at this point.
His hand closes on the sphere, holding it up and offering it back to Remi in good time. ”Maybe I’m not so talented at prevention after all,” he manages. ”And perhaps we really should be worrying about your ire, rather than your husband’s.”
”It’s fine,” he says through a quick exhale. It was not fine, but there is nothing else to say about it, in truth. Finn does his best to force his legs and back to straighten, to relax the muscles in his abdomen, ignore the deep and unpleasant ache from... oh, everywhere at this point.
His hand closes on the sphere, holding it up and offering it back to Remi in good time. ”Maybe I’m not so talented at prevention after all,” he manages. ”And perhaps we really should be worrying about your ire, rather than your husband’s.”
