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Finn the "Best Disney Prince" ([personal profile] neededapilot) wrote in [personal profile] ownerofbb8 2016-01-26 11:42 pm (UTC)

Shortly after Son-tuul's Maze...

[They had been back from Son-tuul and that horrific maze for a little over a week now. Some medical attention was needed, for both of them, but they both got back, with the rest of their group, in relatively good health. All fingers, toes, arms and limbs accounted for. The nurse did give him hell though. The strain to his back nearly made her find a doctor to force him back into a bed again. Finn begged, and promised to take it easy. He wont even leave base if she just wrote it off that he was fine!]

[She wrote it down that he was NOT fine, but was confined to base for further check ups. He at least got to sleep in his own room. His own little tiny cupboard in a hall full of doors and rooms for people on base. It wasn't large, just big enough for a bunk, a small fold out desk, and a storage unit to store, well... he didn't have much. He was granted the small room before they left, but he hadn't got to spend a night in it yet.]

[And since he had gotten back he hadn't been sleeping well in it either.]

[The first few nights he just thought it was the aches and pains of his back trying to settle. But now, more then a week later, he was getting frustrated. Frustrated enough to go for a walk this late in the evening.]

[He'd been hanging out with Rey and Poe a lot, though Rey was training more often, and Poe had his duties, he still enjoyed what time he got with them. Especially with Poe lately. The guy was dangerously flirty and so damned encouraging. Finn felt like he could do anything.]

[Anything but sleep.]

[That was when he found himself standing in the hall of Poe's quarters. He looked at his door, surprised to found his walk had led him here. It was after 10 PM. It as stupid to bother him at this hour.]
Stop by anytime, he said. I don't think this is what he meant, Finn. [He said to himself out loud, then berated himself for talking to himself out loud like some creeper.]

[With a sigh, he started to turn away, but then he hand reached out to knock. Somewhere inside, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew the other wasn't asleep yet. That it would be okay. Something told him it was fine, and so he stood, hands sliding into the leather jacket pockets, and looking down, counting to ten, and if no answer came, he'd scramble off like he was never there.]

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