finn didn't really know how he fell in with you. you were both rejects, just fucked up kids out south who spent their days sitting around in random houses and smoking. you weren't together, not really. he'd deny it. you'd say 'sure, we're together'.

you really tried to stay detached. you knew it wasn't a good idea to fall in love with a stoner, poet type. but it was hard not to. when he held you and whispered to you and slid you money for things you wanted.

finn got a job, finally. he would spend days standing in a gas station and come home to you.

one night he comes home late and you know he'd been out.

"hey." he nuzzles in to your mattress on the floor.