Finn yawns, wrapping his arms around you as he holds you close in the darkness. Your room is warm, Finn's breath on your shoulder warmer as he cuddles up against you, chuckling quietly when he feels your foot brush against his shin.

"I still don't get how you can sleep in socks, babe." He chuckles, kissing the back of your neck gently. He always seems so aloof and carefree, but he's always careful and methodical in how he treats you and touches you, his hands hesitant and respectful. You've suffered a lot in your time - you were adopted by your father Gabriel a couple years ago, and you've had to work damn hard to get better. You were nonverbal and unable to be touched, curling up into a ball and hiding most of the time, but now you can manage things. Most days.

"You okay, babe?" He adds, humming lowly as he nuzzles into your hair, an arm over your waist, but never too heavy or too tight.