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The package he had taken out was opened, and Finn continued to casually act as though nothing had happened, with a small flare of hope that Fini hadn't caught on to his body tensing, or if she had, that she kept it to herself as he really didn't want to talk about it. To say that this entire situation was embarrassing enough for him as it was, would be an understatement. He still remembered how he had screamed when the poison had sent fire through his veins, lighting up every fiber of his being with pain so intense he was shocked he hadn't passed out from that as well. It was not a proud moment, and not one he wished to ever have to think about again.

Inside the package was, surprise surprise, crackers, though these ones at least appeared to be of the cheddar cheese flavored variety. He reached over while she was still holding it to pluck as many out as he could to settle into the palm of his hand, then used his thumb to maneuver each up to his index finger to pop into his mouth and munch on one at a time. It wasn't until he started eating that he realized just how famished he was, and thirsty as well, now that the salty, cheesie taste his his tongue, and with each swallow, no matter how much he chewed, it was like razor blades against the inside of his throat.

It was with some amount of hesitation that he let Fini go, his own reluctance clear by the way his hand grabbed for hers once it was empty of the crackers, squeezing it maybe just a little bit tighter then usual. It wasn't that he was scared to be alone, it was more of a combination of not wanting to lose that comfort of having her near, and also not wanting for her to think she needed to wait on him hand and foot. Surely he could manage getting himself something to drink!

But he was exhausted, his eyelids feeling heavy, his stomach growling now that some little bit of food had been put into it. His body did ache to the point where getting back up seemed like a terrible chore, as well. So he let her go, with a small quirk of a smile and a murmured, "Thanks." As she stood up and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead, a second package hitting his lap, this one with items that were quite a bit more tempting then the first to consume.

And then she was gone, and he was left alone to well...eat. That was all he could really do, and it was at least keeping him awake as he waited for her return. While she was gone, he tried to think of things not related to the Sahara. He tried to think of what he would do the next day, what duties he would still be able to perform after he got a night of rest. He could probably still check on the minipets, and actually, the thought of seeing that little Jake looking pet again managed to lift his spirits just slightly, as he remembered all of the very Jake like faces it could pull.

By the time Fini came back, he actually might have looked just a bit perkier, the food perhaps giving him some small burst of energy, his stomach becoming satisfied though his throat still protested. She had rapped on the door, but before he could say anything it was opened, and she was slipping herself through the door with a mug in one hand that had his eyebrows raising. Coffee? He popped a handful of dried fruit into his mouth before taking the offered cup away from her, noting right away that it wasn't even warm, let alone hot, and that when he looked inside and got a smell, it definitely wasn't coffee.

Ugh. Tea. Mint. He was not a big flavored tea fan, if he had to drink it at all. He might have even wrinkled his nose up a little, but still took a sip, because he was incredibly thirsty. The coolness was still shocking even though he knew that it would be, and the minty flavor, while not exactly pleasant, he could still feel soothing his throat as it went down. "That's very uh...different." He supplied, as he eyed the aspirin in her hand.

Okay, Fini, he did only have one hand....

He shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth, waiting for her to drop them in so he could take another swig of cold mint tea to wash them down with.

He might also attempt to bite her fingers playfully if she wasn't careful.

Finn knew that he was being a bit of a brat, and perhaps behaving more then just a little bit ungratefully given the situation, but he either flat out didn't care or thought that Fini needed to get used to how he was if she wanted to be with him, sooner rather then later. He did take a few sips of the tea, though not without needing to grimace each time, unable to get used to the cold, minty taste that hit his tongue, though at least he could admit to it helping with his sore throat.

The tap on his nose got a narrowed glare, and his teeth did indeed graze the edges of the tips of her fingers when she reached forward to drop the pills in his mouth, expression flat as he took one long swig of his drink to help wash the pills down. Any looks she had to give him were flat out ignored, because most of his concentration was focused on just finishing the damn drink without retching.

Finally, after a long pause, he said, his lips quirking in a half smirk, but his eyes just as cold as ever. "Maybe I like having a raspy voice. Maybe I think it adds character." Another swig of the tea was taken, and the cup itself a full three quarters empty by the time she revealed the much preferred plain water that she had been concealing, his smirk falling as she threw it on to the bed, her muttered words not at all going unnoticed before she tapped his nose again, which earned another snap of teeth in her direction.

"I'm not a baby." His voice lacked expression or emotion, though the hand suddenly sliding up along his back at least earned her a small shiver, and one Finn Connor leaning into that touch, the small circles she was rubbing against his skin almost heavenly, even if the area was still sensitive from the fire that had tried to consume him.

His arm went around her once more, hand still clutching at the mug of cold tea. His head tilted to the side just slightly, touching her against hers before lifting back up, staring straight ahead to the other side of the room before he responded.

"I do hate it." He admitted, his voice slightly strained. "I'm not completely helpless. I'm not a child. You are not my caretaker." With that last word he simultaneously shrugged his shoulder while also leaning away, forcefully dislodging her chin from it's perch on his shoulder.

And then he turned his body towards hers, leaned his face down, and caught her lips with his. The arm around her traveled upwards, until he could pull her in closer against him, the mug still in his hand likely digging into her upper back. He made the kiss last, despite the raw, sun burnt, dry feeling in his lips, taking only a quick breath before kissing her again, and again, leaning into her, enjoying every precious second of it as though it might be the last. And who knew? With what had just occurred the day before, it might be.

When he finally pulled away, his face felt flushed, and he let his forehead rest against hers as he took in a deep and steadying breath.

"I don't hate that, however. That's what I need from you right now, Fini. I just need you to be here, not to baby me, not to patronize me. Just let me hold you, just remind me that I'm here, and not there anymore. That's just what I need." Another quick kiss, and he was pulling away, arm coming back and lifting the cup to his lips so he could down what was left of it, this time not even cringing before he turned, leaned forward, and placed it on the floor.

And then he flopped back on his bed, his bandaged arm resting against his chest as he stared up at the ceiling with an intense, brown gaze.

Her hesitation during the kiss was met with him only forcing it on her more. He might have been in pain, but at least this pain was met with the reward of soft lips against his own, of raw hunger and need and emotion crammed into that one simple motion, of a desperation to show her that he was fine, everything was <******** fantastic thank you very much, and this was all he needed from her. Not her sympathy, not her charity, just this.

And when it was over, her shaky breath was all he needed to prove to himself that she had needed it to, until he opened his eyes and saw the look in hers, the emotions she couldn't hide behind them that he so easily could with his own. It wrenched at something deep inside of him, something that he quickly stomped back down because he didn't have time to analyze whatever it was at the moment, not while also dispensing so much mental energy to repress so many other things right now.

Falling back on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling. His name said with her soft, oh so sweet voice was in it's own way almost chilling, as though he sensed that it was just the calm before the storm he assumed was to come next. He was expecting anger, for her to first blame him, then herself for what happened. Resentment, frustration, all spurned on by the pain he'd caused just by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Then he honestly expected she might actually leave, because he wasn't exactly a joy to be around right now, and he knew that as well. But after his name, nothing was said. Instead there was just movement as she brought herself up onto the bed and laid down at his side, curling in next to him and leaning in above him to block his view, so that all that was left in his vision was the blue of her directly above his own.

Her words shortly after that, combined with a touch to his cheek, was not at all what he had been expecting to happen. The woman. His woman. She cared about him.

He didn't know what to say. In fact, he might have been so shocked, still processing what she had said, that he barely responded to that soft kiss at all. It was silly, really, that it was so hard for him to wrap his head around such a simple concept. It should have made more sense, really. Maybe he had just gotten so used to dealing with the vapid, the dim witted girls, the pathetic ones that were so easy to control, to break, to use and discard before finding something new. Perhaps he had just forgotten what it was like to care and to be cared about.....

It was almost refreshing, and heartwarming. He could feel the small smile that tugged at his lips, and he reached up a hand brush knuckles against he side of her face. "Thank you." He had said it once before, but this time it held more feeling, it meant more, even if he couldn't show it, or possibly just wouldn't, in his gaze. And then, "I might just be a bit partial to you myself."

The kissing was nice. Almost too nice, considering his injuries would most definitely hamper his abilities to do anymore then just that. He was ingratiated by the fact that Fini had stuck around this long, that she gave back as good as she was given, so that even when she held back from hurting him, he hardly noticed at all. Of course he hadn't wanted it to end, would have kept on kissing her, just because he could, just because he was alive so that he could.

But instead he had ended it, lying down on the bed, not sure what to think or how he should be feeling. He never knew how he should feel, the coldness inside that was reflected in his eyes giving testimony to that fact. But it wasn't all coldness, no. There were other emotions that writhed in his gut, emotions that he still could not quite find it within himself to decipher or set free to their fullest extent. It wasn't smart to do so, especially now, especially here. No, not in his room, but on an island of hunters, of people so ruthless that they would send a gathering of innocent bystanders to a desert where bugs could control their bodies, where acid could burn through skin and bones could be broken and throats torn out. No, this was not the place for him to be the changed man he had once thought to be.

His words to Stormy, a sort of promise that he was going to try to be different here...they meant nothing now. He was going to be who he was, and that was a horrible, unfeeling a*****e.

Except for this woman lying next to him. She threw a wrench in anything, because despite what he might think, despite how much he wished to be completely unfeeling, he did care about her. The stroke of her fingers across his cheek and down the side of his neck, the gentle kisses that had him letting out a light sigh, a tired sound, but not a bad one.

"You know I don't think I even know how to pronounce your last name." He admitted, as she slung an arm across him, his arm moving to curl underneath her, both bringing her closer to him and allowing for him to play with the hair at the back of her head.

And then they fell into silence, Finn again not really knowing what to say, and Fini allowing him those few minutes to not have to say anything at all. However, as the seconds ticked by, he began to hum, softly at first, then slightly louder. It was a tune he had heard before getting podded, before his trials, and he wasn't quite sure why it had suddenly sprung to mind now.

And then words, sang quietly beneath his breath, but in a way that still sounded pleasant, a man who quite probably knew his way around music and how to stay in tune.

"♪Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start

They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me♪"

It wasn't an answer to her question, not really. It was like he hadn't even heard her as he moved, rolling to his good side, or at least his better one, feeling her fingers sliding over skin that would have been hot to the touch, scorched and burned but nothing worse then what the sun could have done.

"♪ So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost ♪ "

It felt good, to sing. It had been too long since he had done so. Even if the words weren't exactly the most fitting to his situation, there was a passion in how he sang it, his voice becoming louder so that it was no longer murmured words.

Fingers threaded through Fini's hair he pulled her in for another long kiss, breathing words against her lips when he pulled away. "I'll be fine." He didn't say he was fine now, because it would have been a lie. But he did believe that he would be, eventually, given the time.

He was alive, and he was feeling it, very much so, as each kiss he shared with Fini deepened, each time wishing they didn't have to stop just there.

Stupid injuries.

Still, this was also nice. He enjoyed cuddling, enjoyed physical contact, as surprising as that might have been to some. He equated it to his possible possessiveness, however. This thing that I am touching is mine and nobody else my touch it or have it.

"Win-arrow." He murmured back, his eyes closing briefly as he reveled in the warmth of having her next to him, of every small tough she provided. He had certainly needed that time that he'd had to himself, but now he most definitely just needed this.

He felt her move as he sang, and he didn't pull away, or stop the words from forming on the air from his lips. When he moved himself, putting himself so that he was on his side but still leaning slightly over her. He would have groped for a hand to hold, but that was slightly difficult in his position, needing the only one he currently had to prop himself up with. The look she was giving him didn't go completely unnoticed, but it didn't stop him or throw him off either. He was enjoying it too much, thinking about how it had really been too long since he'd expressed himself in such a way.

Another kiss that he didn't want to end, and as her hand came up to rest on his back he wondered if maybe his injuries weren't all that bad, before hastily getting off of that train of thought, derailing it before it could be taken any further. Instead he used that gentle guide to lay himself back down next to her, face pressing up against her neck and leaving light kisses there as well, before he settled down, leaning his head against her shoulder.

"I appreciate that." He murmured, his eyes closing as his exhaustion began to overwhelm him. "Tired." Was the next thing he managed to get out.