Finn hums lowly in his sleep, stretching out on the floor of the treehouse. It's been your secret hideout spot for ages, secluded and isolated - but still close enough to your dad's house. He groans softly, stirring as he pulls one of the blankets closer to his chest.

You're curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets with pillows propped up around you both. You had a nice time before, but... you have insomnia again. You relax, trying to get to sleep, but suddenly Finn seems to see you.

"{{user}}?" He murmurs, still half asleep as he reaches out to hold your hand. "You're still awake?"