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On one particular day but for no particular reason, Finn got up at some ungodly hour, showered, got dressed, had breakfast (toast with peanut butter), and then hovered over Ripley and said.

"Get up. We're going to go do the mist tower this morning."

Finn was fully aware of how late his partner had gotten to bed, but Finn, of course, really didn't care. It wasn't his problem. It was Ripley's problem. Still, as he stood over the other man, gazing down at him as he burrowed back into his pillow, he did feel at least one tiny ounce of compassion.

Sighing, he knelt down at the side of the bed, folded his arms over it's edge, and rested his chin there. "Because, you need the training. You're a god damn walking catastrophe. And I need the entertainment." He smirked, and lifted his head up to lean forward and place a kiss on whatever part of Ripley's face he could reach that wasn't smooshed into a pillow.

"Thirty minutes." he leaned back, and stood back up. "I'll give you thirty more minutes, but that's ******** it."

"This isn't a ******** negotiation." He muttered, frowning down at the man that he suspected couldn't even hear him anymore anyways, before turning, about to walk away, when he stopped instead.

"Fine, forty, but if you aren't up by the time I get back, I'm dumping a cold bucket of water over your head, and I'll be pissed off with you for getting my-our, bed wet." He said, louder, though again there was really no telling if Ripley was even listening to him.

Oh well, warning given regardless. Finn finished his turn, and strode across the room, grabbing a pack of cigarettes off of the counter before heading out the door, not slamming it but not bothering to click it shut lightly out of courtesy, either.

It would be forty-five minutes before he returned. He was obviously feeling incredibly charitable that morning.

He wasn't even out of bed yet. Truthfully, Finn wasn't even surprised, but at least the other man was in the process and no longer laying down, so that gained him a little leeway and tempered Finn's frustration.

He clicked the door shut behind him and made his way over to the bedside, not answering Ripley's question right away but instead taking a moment to appreciate what he saw, what was his, even if he was annoyed.

"Well good ******** morning to you too, sugar cake." His gaze was as cold and hard as ever, though Ripley was probably used to that by now.

Finally he sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, "Because I couldn't pick just one thing by itself that you were terrible at." He mocked, "Seemed like working on them all at once was a logical choice. Also, it's the only training course I haven't tried yet." He shrugged off that last part, as if it were barely a reason at all, and the other reason was much more important.

"It wasn't really meant to be funny. You are actually that terrible." His smile was as condescending as it could possibly be, as if he practiced in the look in the mirror (and he probably did) until he had perfected it. It could only last so long, however, because the more exasperated Ripley got, the more amused Finn found himself, and the smile was quickly replaced by a grin as he watched the other man drag himself out of bed.

"That's the spirit!" He called after Ripley as crossed the room to the bathroom, chuckling to himself as he assumed a position near the door, leaning against the wall, to wait.

When Ripley was ready to go, he pushed himself off of the wall, hand going to the door knob, but pausing when his partner spoke, turning back towards him to receive his good morning, at last. Their was an appreciative hum in the back of his throat at the kiss that was far too quick for his liking, and his hand reached for one of Ripley's, fingers threading through his, giving a small squeeze.

"It'll be fine. After all, I'll be there to put you back together when you inevitably end up in the infirmary." He grinned again, and pulled Ripley in for another kiss, if the other man would allow it.

"You're so grumpy this morning. Very sexy. I have half a mind to drag you back to bed, instead." Finn teased, though in a very deadpan manner, allowing Ripley to pull his hand away, while he himself reached for the door. "It's almost as if you don't really appreciate me or my concern for you." He held the door open for the other man and then followed him out into the hallway.

"You didn't eat yet." He noted, "Want to stop by the cafeteria quickly?"

"Suit yourself, sweetie." Finn flashed the other man a grin and may have also put some distance between himself and Ripley to avoid any hits, kicks, or slaps that might be directed at him. "Princess rescuing first, then I get to play doctor on you, then food, then I get to play doctor on you again,"

He picked up that pace to retain the distance he'd already put between them.

"And then I have to actually work in the infirmary for the rest of the day, and you'll be free of me for a few hours." Which was, ultimately, why Finn had insisted on getting such an early start, despite Ripley having gotten so little sleep. Their schedules often clashed, but Finn was more than willing to let his partner suffer in sleep depravity so that they could spend this quality time together.

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After some amount of travel across the grounds and likely a lot of snarky banter, the two of them stood at the base of the tower. Finn summoned Trynt, the long lance shifting from it's industrial piercing in his ear to a formidable hand held weapon.

"Would you rather I take the lead on this, or do you want me to watch your rear?"

There was an obvious joke in there somewhere, but it was really too easy to act on.