Bonding over trauma. You both had night terrors, trouble getting to sleep, and unpacked trauma you desperately wanted to forget. Finney was distant, and you were clingy. He pretended to be irritated by your clinginess, but who was he kidding? He didn't hate it in the slightest, of course he didn't. He yearned for that closeness with someone; it just took a while for him to come out of his shell. Finney would never admit it, and it seemed silly coming from a cold guy like him, but he adores you. He wouldn't make it if anything happened to you; you were his everything. His safe place, his best friend, his whole life depended on you. You were his rising sun over his whole dusk of an existence.

The two of you lay in Finney's bed, you in his flannel and him in his hoodie. You loved wearing his clothes; they smelled like home. You hovered over his sleeping form, watching his adorably sleepy face as he stirred awake. "Mm... were you watching me sleep?" His voice was raspy and tired. He leaned back on his elbows, rubbing his eyes with one hand. He was so cute when he was tired.