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Time really had no meaning to Finn at the moment, lying in bed with his broken arm in it's cast and lying across his chest, and with his other folded beneath his head. He hadn't looked at his phone in what felt like days, but was more likely just hours, his eyes open and staring up at the ceiling as he replayed over and over in his head what had happened, what had brought him to this point in his life where he actually felt....defeated. Was it depression that currently ailed him? He knew the signs, having experienced it once before in his life, but this wasn't quite the same. No, this was just him taking the time to accept what had happened, what he had seen. He needed to be able to wrap his head around the fact that creatures like that existed, that they were actually real, that this wasn't just a joke. His adventure to a distant land had been very much real, and it should have been incredibly terrifying.

Maybe the reason that it wasn't was that he just still hadn't been able to come to terms with it all, instead letting the moment he relived in his head again and again become more and more unreal every single time he witnessed it.

Eventually, his eyes had closed, and he had drifted off.

And an instant later, there was a banging noise on his door that had his eyes flying open, had the moon trainee sitting up rather quickly, forgetting in his haste that his arm was broken, or that his entire body still ached terribly. He let out a gasp, a hiss of pain, wincing, his eyes squeezing shut. What time was it? Who would be bothering him right now? How long had he been lying in his bed, unmoving and staring at the ceiling?

"Just a second." His voice rasped, making him wince again at the sound. It didn't sound like his own voice, and he hated it.

He eased himself off of the side of the bed, and bare feet padded across the floor. He was wearing his pj bottoms and a black t-shirt and nothing else, and his right hand came up to run fingers through his hai-----

Oh wait, right. He had shaved it all off. Instead, his hand rubbed against the closely buzzed brown hair that was left, stopping when he reached the door, his fingers finding the lock and snapping it back open with an audible click.

And then he turned and shuffled back into his room, rubbing at his face now as he made his way towards his dresser, while calling out. "Doors open!" As if that wasn't already obvious now.

He thought it probably was Fini, a thought that was confirmed when she spoke on the other side of the door just before opening it. The sight that would behold her was a man with his back turned as he reached to open up the top drawer of his dresser, hand trembling as he fumbled around for the package of cigarettes tucked inside, though it only had two left inside of it. When he turned back towards her, it was to offer her a weak smile as he opened the carton by pushing the bottom with his thumb, before maneuvering one of the cigarettes out of the package.

And promptly fumbling it until it dropped onto the floor. <********> Was his response to that, as he set the pack back down on the dresser top and bent to retrieve his wayward cancer stick. In the back of his head, he was more then aware that she had stopped dead in her tracks, her words dying on her lips. It was...about as much as he had been expecting, and when he straightened back up again he regarded her with a haggard and tired looking face. He probably didn't even look like himself, with a bandaged arm, stubbly growth across his face, too short hair, pale and a body that appeared thin and frail, like one might look after a twenty four flu had emptied their stomach of anything and everything. It was nothing a few meals and a lot of rest wouldn't fix, of course, but even a glance in the mirror on the wall as he was walking by was enough to tell him that he still looked fresh out of hell.

"It was just hair, Fini." He reasoned with her, using her actual name instead of a pet one, while meeting her gaze briefly before turning to attempt to dig his lighter out of his cigarette pack with one hand as well. "It's not like it won't ever grow back again."

Okay so maybe he wasn't factoring in the fact that he had told her to leave him alone for the day, but speaking of that, what time was it now? He hadn't exactly been paying attention to the minutes, or hours, as they ticked by, and he honestly wasn't even sure if he had slept and if so for how long. A glance out through the window showed darkness, but late night darkness or early morning or somewhere in between? The cigarette dangled from his lips as he let his mind focus on that small little thing, as he dug for something to light up his cigarette with, and struggled to just ignore the deep sigh coming from somewhere on the other side of the room, or the muttered words that he wasn't sure he was meant to hear, the bitter tone almost palpable.

And then she was there, right there, and he went stone still as he snatched the pack away from him and pulled out the lighter, wordlessly leaning forward into it's flickering glow and inhaling deeply on the too dry cigarette when it came alight. Pathetic? Is that what she thought he looked like? The word stung, more then he would ever let anybody know, and his face went into it's fallback state of far too neutral, his eyes dim and hiding whatever pain he might be feeling, both physically and mentally.

Fingertips grazed against his cheek, a flare of soft warmth that he instinctively brought his own hand up towards, letting his fingers press against hers as he leaned his face into her touch and let out a smokey sigh.

And then she was hugging him, and while it was gentle, it had still taken him by surprise, still elicited a small, barely audible hiss that only served to fill his lungs with yet more dizzying nicotine, before his arm wrapped around her, his hand rubbing up and down against her back. He didn't know what to say, and so he remained silent, until she pulled away.

He half expected to see tears on her face. Hoped that he wouldn't, but expected it nonetheless. His mom would have been sobbing by now, but she was that type, to weep over every little thing.

He wouldn't have been able to stand it if Fini was the same way, so he was glad to see that her cheeks were dry.

Finally, words came, but only after she had indicated that there was food to be had, with a question that he completely ignored. "You don't need to be sorry, darling. This..what happened was going to happen eventually. We both knew that." He attempted to shrug it off with one shoulder rising and falling, his expression still dead.

And then, completely off topic but still on his mind. "What time is it?"

He honestly had hoped the hug could have lasted a little bit longer, wanting to be able to bury his face against the side of her neck, into her hair, though that wouldn't have been very possible with the cigarette still between his lips. He wanted to be able to savor in the feel of her, the smell, the warmth. He had thought, once when he was being buried alive in the sand, and again when he lay writhing on the ground in agony from the poison that had coursed through his body, that it had been the end for him. He hadn't expected to be able to be back here, in his room, with her. It had been a blessing, at least, that she hadn't been there, half because he didn't want to have to see her go through that s**t, and half because he didn't want her to have to see him in such a helpless, hopeless position and so near death, so at the mercy of those creatures that had attacked them.

His jaw was clenched just slightly as she moved away from him towards the bed, eyes following her, appreciating more now that she was there then he had been at the hospital. He noticed the way she had left his lighter out, and his fingers itched to tuck it back into it's place, because even now he couldn't stand to have anything not be where it was meant to be in his living space. His space. His rules. He had control here.

Instead he just reached up to rub at his head again, still getting used to the feel of no longer having long hair to run his fingers through, before turning to open up the window to ash his cigarette out of.

"Darling..." He sounded slightly exasperated when he said it, probably because he felt like she was treating him differently now, and that was the last thing he wanted. She thought that he was being pathetic......

His eyes had gone unfocused, staring at a wall and he was startled out of it by mention of Adventure Time. Hrm? Oh yes, very clever. Well played, Fini. But then she told him what the actual time was and his eyebrows lifted slightly. "That late already?" Huh, maybe he should have been paying more attention.

He stayed next to the window, but not for lack of wanting to be close to the woman sitting on his bed, just because he had a smoke to finish and it was more convenient to not have to go back and forth to the window. Her question surprised him, however, and he took another puff of the cigarette before saying anything.

"Bugs. Lots of little bugs that crawled inside of people and took control of their bodies. They sort of....somehow became giant bugs. I heard a mention of something called insanity? There were thousands of them, no hope of taking them out. One of them attacked me while I was defending Jack from some others, and one of it's legs went through my arm." That about summed it up, right?

"Jack didn't tell you any of this?" Another frown, and another puff taken.

He caught the glances to his hair, and he pursed his lips together, swallowing down the urge to voice his displeasure at being scrutinized at such a small thing. He didn't want it to be made into a big deal, didn't want it to be such a big deal now that it was done. It had been hard enough on him as it was, no matter how silly that might seem to anybody.

He forced himself to relax, however, to just accept that it was likely a shocking change, especially to Fini, because he knew how much she liked to play with his hair, as much as he might have teasingly told her off for it, especially just after getting it perfectly styled. But he meant what he'd said, it could, and would, grow back. In the grande scheme of things, it was a small thing to lose, when it had been his life that had nearly been extinguished on the Sahara.

He nodded at her explanation of Insanity. He...sort of knew that already, but it was still hard to wrap his head around. Fear, Insanity, the many forms it could take, what it could actually do. It was quite a lot to take in, but now that he had seen the horrors up close and personal...well, at least now he knew what to expect, right?

At her confession of not ever bothering to ask, Finn let a long silence stretch out between them, taking long drags of his cigarette until it was finished with, butting it out before moving away from the window, slowly, leaving it open to air out the room that he had apparently been lying in all day long. He crossed what little expanse of space their was to cross to get to the bed, and stopped in front of Fini. His chest felt a bit tight as he looked down at her, as he remembered again how it felt to be buried beneath the sand, to be stung across his entire body by insects as he struggled to break free, until all hope was gone. The woman sitting on his bed had been among his final thoughts at that time.........

He moved and turned to sit next to her on the bed, easing himself down. Kicking out one of his feet, he pushed it behind her leg and linked it with his ankle, effectively partially tangling one of his legs up with hers, and he glanced over at her with a very small smirk, before leaning in to place a very soft kiss against her cheek. "I know I likely don't even need to ask this." Especially considering her statements upon arrival in the room. "But you're spending the night, right?"

He made a mental note to study up on insanity a little bit more once he was recovered enough to get out and get back to his duties. If Fini had even mentioned a Haunted House, he likely would have only given her a very lost look, because in all of his time awake on Deus, that had never been a mission he had been sent on or had even heard about. A lot of this was potentially due to the fact that he had been a bit of a hermit for the first couple of months. It definitely was not something that had ever come up in conversation, at least.

He let out a small sigh as she first lifted his hand to brush her lips along his knuckles, then leaned in to cuddle against him. Everything still hurt, his body still feeling a bit like he had been sun burned from head to toe, but it wasn't anything he couldn't push past in order to be able to cuddle his woman. Her hand as he brushed against what was left of his hair made him wince only slightly, wondering at what she might actually be thinking about it though at the same time, desperately wishing he could make himself not care. But Finn was quite vain, if that wasn't already apparent, and for all of his words about it just being hair, for all of his flippant responses towards any attitude Fini sent his way, he actually did care quite a lot.

He would just try not to ever let it show.

It was nice to see her finally relax, however. He had caught that sweet smile before had had sat down, and it helped to unwind something inside of him as well. He hadn't exactly been afraid she would see him differently after this, but the thought had crossed his mind. He didn't want to appear weak, not in front of her, or anybody for that matter. Maybe that's why her words just before she had lit his cigarette for him had stung so much, because it wasn't like he was trying to come across that way. He just needed another days rest, to be able to get some sleep, and some food in him without retching it back up.

Luckily, MREs were good and bland, nice and easy on the old stomach. He let his arm slide around her, fingers grasping for the edge of one of the packages as he listened to her words, a slow smirk climbing up his face. "Darling, I can rock any ******** look I want. I'm just that great." The fact that he was teasing at all was surely a good sign, and he gripped the MRE package between index finger and thumb, swinging it around so that it ended up sat on Fini's lap.

"Open for me, Sunshine? I'm a lefty." He raised his bandaged arm from where it rested against his chest only slightly to show what he meant, unsure of if she noticed that it was his dominant hand or not.

And then he leaned in for another kiss, this one placed gently against the edge of her mouth, before murmuring. "I'll have to give you an I.O.U for payment on another night, though. Not sure my body is up for it just yet."

Finn didn't really mind her cuddling in closer to him, even if he was still sore over just about every square inch of his body, it was still nice to be able to feel her against him, to be able to know that she was there, that he was back now. The pain just helped him keep focused on the fact that this was real, this was the here and now and was not just a dream. The way her foot moved against his leg had him closing his eyes for just the briefest of moments, tired, feeling more relaxed in this moment then he had felt since awakening in that hospital bed....

...And then he felt it again. The millions of insects, of centipedes that crawled and wriggled and writhed on him from head to foot, pushing him down, biting, stinging, ensuring that he would pass out from the pain long before he even got close to breaking the surface once more...

His eyes flew back open, staring at the foot that brushed against him, his heart rate having picked up along with his breathing.

It wasn't real. He reminded himself, and a low growl from Trynt in the back of his mind confirmed it. He was here now, not there.

He had tensed up slightly in that moment of confusion, of feeling like he was being buried beneath the sand once more, but now he began to relax again, quick to smile, to pretend nothing had just happened as he caught the tail end of her words, felt her hand rub against what was left of his hair before her fingers instead went to his face once more. There wasn't a single beat skipped as retrieved the MRE he had dropped on her lap, as he kissed her gently against the side of her mouth and explained that he needed help without actually asking for any help at all, only implying so.

"Will lying down with me all night snuggling be enough as well?" He asked, his voice still raspy, but his words genuinely curious. At her question, he reached into the MRE to pull out one of the many packages within, while having a quick glance around.

"I'm actually a bit thirsty, I guess, but I can't remember where I left my water...." Or had he even brought it with him from the hospital when Fini had escorted him back? The fact that he couldn't remember likely just went to prove how tired he was.