[ it takes him a while to finally answer — well, partly because he's definitely asleep when his device pings with that message from gwen. he's always been an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of person, mostly because he likes rolling out of bed to hit the gym at that hour and starting his day on something like the right foot. he clears his head, he feels invigorated, he usually comes back to the apartment and hits the shower just as poe's waking up — it's a routine that works for him.
only for the last fifteen minutes he's been laying in bed watching gwen's message on a loop, doing his best not to wake up the other occupant sleeping next to him; at one point, he sits up so the brightness from the screen won't be a disruption, playing it over again with a faint smile on his lips — because the first time he feels like he had been too sleepy to really grasp everything she was saying before.
eventually, he decides to throw off the covers and pad out to the living room on bare feet, clad in a pair of pajama pants he's pretty sure he swiped from poe a while back and never returned — which is how gwen gets a return video a handful of hours later with finn leaning forward, arms braced on the balcony and device carefully balanced in his grip, the sunrise reflected in the windows of the highrise behind him. ]
First of all, I don't even know what you'd be doing at... three in the morning where you're webbing someone's foot to the pavement? [ he chuckles once, scrubbing his free hand over the lower half of his face. ] But hey, if it got you thinking about us, I can't say I mind it all that much.
Two years, though. Wow. Really? Kriff, I haven't even... I guess I've been so wrapped up in thinking about everything that happens to us day in and day out that it didn't even occur to me that we might be coming up on it. And I guess the brief detour I took home for a little while made it all seem less long than it actually has been, but... you know how I feel about you, Gwen. [ his brows knit together in a more firm contemplation as he peers toward the screen. ] How much you mean to me. I know we didn't really get a chance to talk about it, but... if it had come down to me needing to be the one to contract with you, I hope you know I would've done it in a heartbeat. No question. Not if it meant keeping you out of trouble with them.
Anyway, um... about the dinner thing? We should, we should definitely do that. I'd like that a lot. And I like thinking about it that way, as something to celebrate rather than something else. Maybe someplace nice, too? You can wear that one dress with the... with the straps. [ is it possible he's bad at this and she needs to pretend that she knows which dress he's talking about? maybe. but his expression smooths out a little more, and he glances back over his shoulder at presumably the sound of movement from within the apartment. ] Oh, I gotta go, but let's figure it out, okay? We'll talk soon. And... I love you too, Gwennie. So much. Okay. Bye.
[ the feed ends shortly after he tips the device away. ]
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only for the last fifteen minutes he's been laying in bed watching gwen's message on a loop, doing his best not to wake up the other occupant sleeping next to him; at one point, he sits up so the brightness from the screen won't be a disruption, playing it over again with a faint smile on his lips — because the first time he feels like he had been too sleepy to really grasp everything she was saying before.
eventually, he decides to throw off the covers and pad out to the living room on bare feet, clad in a pair of pajama pants he's pretty sure he swiped from poe a while back and never returned — which is how gwen gets a return video a handful of hours later with finn leaning forward, arms braced on the balcony and device carefully balanced in his grip, the sunrise reflected in the windows of the highrise behind him. ]
First of all, I don't even know what you'd be doing at... three in the morning where you're webbing someone's foot to the pavement? [ he chuckles once, scrubbing his free hand over the lower half of his face. ] But hey, if it got you thinking about us, I can't say I mind it all that much.
Two years, though. Wow. Really? Kriff, I haven't even... I guess I've been so wrapped up in thinking about everything that happens to us day in and day out that it didn't even occur to me that we might be coming up on it. And I guess the brief detour I took home for a little while made it all seem less long than it actually has been, but... you know how I feel about you, Gwen. [ his brows knit together in a more firm contemplation as he peers toward the screen. ] How much you mean to me. I know we didn't really get a chance to talk about it, but... if it had come down to me needing to be the one to contract with you, I hope you know I would've done it in a heartbeat. No question. Not if it meant keeping you out of trouble with them.
Anyway, um... about the dinner thing? We should, we should definitely do that. I'd like that a lot. And I like thinking about it that way, as something to celebrate rather than something else. Maybe someplace nice, too? You can wear that one dress with the... with the straps. [ is it possible he's bad at this and she needs to pretend that she knows which dress he's talking about? maybe. but his expression smooths out a little more, and he glances back over his shoulder at presumably the sound of movement from within the apartment. ] Oh, I gotta go, but let's figure it out, okay? We'll talk soon. And... I love you too, Gwennie. So much. Okay. Bye.
[ the feed ends shortly after he tips the device away. ]