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It seemed that in this case, Finn was still not actually in his room.

But that was because he was looming up behind Oliver in the hallway, having been walking behind him for quite some time now, but not saying anything, because he had been lost in his own thoughts, mulling over something rather important, and it was only when he had come back into focus did he notice the younger man standing outside of his door.

His hand lifted and came down on Oliver's shoulder.

"Hey." He said, and waited for the other man to turn around, his voice sounding a bit frayed and tired. "What do you need?"

".........."

The moon hunter was, for once, rendered absolutely speechless as arms closed around him in an incredibly surprising and wholly unwanted hug. It had taken Finn completely off guard, and that, combined with him being absolutely beat, was perhaps the only reason Oliver didn't find himself shoved violently into the nearest wall.

Luckily for the younger man, he released Finn just in time to avoid an unfortunate fate, though he was still given a bewildered look.

"You...missed me." He repeated back to Oliver, voice dry, and automatically suspicious as he drew back, straightening his shoulders, eye narrowing.

"What the ******** is wrong with you?"

Oh jesus, Oliver was giving him that beaten puppy look and Finn, despite all actions that proved otherwise, did actually have the capacity to feel bad.

Which he now did. <********>.

He closed his eye, counted, slowly, in his head, and tried to relax. Oliver had always been a bit...needy. Not usually the hugging type, but he was just a nice kid. Was it really that strange?

"Just don't do it again." He sighed, eye opening, a hand lifting to rake fingers through hair. "It's ******** weird."

As for the rest of it, Finn shrugged his shoulders, and moved past Oliver to his door. "Just tired. Not much new, there."

"No, not kinda. It is." Finn corrected, while fishing out his keys for the locked door.

With the door unlocked, he pushed it open, and looked back towards Oliver with a raised brow.

"You came to my door. You can help me by either telling me what it is that you want, or by going away. Either would suit me just fine."

Huh. Had it really been that long? Finn found himself staring off somewhere over Oliver's shoulder while he processed this new dose of information, and blinked once, slowly.

"s**t, two months? Really?" Well, now he did actually feel a little bit bad. God damn, Oliver.

"You don't have to go. Come in, have a drink, we can--" He gestured behind him by jerking his thumb back over his shoulder. "Play some games, I guess. Just chill out for a bit. It might be...nice."

The way he said it suggested that he wasn't convinced that it would be, but hey, he could give over-tired gaming a go.

Judging by the fact that the room behind him was dark, it seemed that Ripley wasn't around, anyways. Turning, he slipped the keys back into his pocket with a jangle, and went into the room, leaving the door open as he just assumed Oliver would follow, and he flicked on the lights.

"Just go get the game ready to go." He suggested, a little gruffly, while he made his way to the small kitchenette area of his shared room, opening a cupboard that appeared to be designated for bottles of alcohol only. With a bottle of whiskey soon in hand followed by a glass from another cupboard, Finn was turning to move towards the table.

"There's coke in the fridge." Not for himself, obviously. He didn't usually drink that sugary s**t, and loathed mixing it into his premium whiskey, but it was there for the occasional visitor that might stop by.

He set the glass down and eyed the bag that Oliver had left there.

"What's this?" He asked, nodding down towards it while pouring his drink.

Finn was already taking a sip of his drink when Oliver answered him. Cookies? He reached over and plucked the bag open, peering inside with a tilt of his head, the faint scent of cinnamon permeating the air.

The moon hunters stomach rumbled, and it occurred to the man that he hadn't actually eaten anything throughout the entire day, and now, he was starving.

"What team building thing?" He asked, while slipping his hand into the bag, not bothering to ask if he could have any, and pulling out one of the cookies, a frown creasing his features.