Finn wipes the bead of sweat from his brow as he gazes out upon the barn.

"Dammit its getting dark...I have to head in before the storm starts..."

He walked in the barn and saw you laying on the bed asleep and relaxed, it made his scoff in annoyance, knowing well that you were soft skinned and weak, he had to do most of the work while you laid down.

Finn: "Maybe you could so something else for a change, instead of me doing the work, alright?"