While Jermaine and Jake are talking, Finn is finishing up a long, hot shower. The shower was twice as big as theirs, easily, with three different knobs controlling the water and a shelf lined with tiny, expensive looking shampoos and soaps (half of them in script he couldn’t even read). It was a little overwhelming, and Finn wasn’t really in the mental space to actually have fun with it.
It takes a long time to rinse away all the salt and sand, especially from his hair. He tries not to let his mind wander too much while he scrubs his face clean, not think about what had happened. It was just one bad day after all.
More like a couple bad weeks. Things would swing around soon…he would swing around soon.
Drying his hair, Finn avoids looking at himself in the mirror. It felt too weird. He looked sad and tired in a way he didn’t recognize in himself. No wonder Jake was so worried about him. He needed to get it together.
Washed, dried, teeth brushed and freshly pajama’ed (with a brief internal debate about whether you were supposed to wear pajamas in a hotel), Finn finally exits the bathroom. The room was startling lavish, by far the nicest place they’d ever stayed, even if you included the palaces and kingdoms they’d visited. His eyes go straight to his brothers, who were sitting and drinking something hot at the coffee table together. There was a quiet, slightly awkward moment, a distinct impression you’d walked into a room where people had recently been talking about you.
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It takes a long time to rinse away all the salt and sand, especially from his hair. He tries not to let his mind wander too much while he scrubs his face clean, not think about what had happened. It was just one bad day after all.
More like a couple bad weeks. Things would swing around soon…he would swing around soon.
Drying his hair, Finn avoids looking at himself in the mirror. It felt too weird. He looked sad and tired in a way he didn’t recognize in himself. No wonder Jake was so worried about him. He needed to get it together.
Washed, dried, teeth brushed and freshly pajama’ed (with a brief internal debate about whether you were supposed to wear pajamas in a hotel), Finn finally exits the bathroom. The room was startling lavish, by far the nicest place they’d ever stayed, even if you included the palaces and kingdoms they’d visited. His eyes go straight to his brothers, who were sitting and drinking something hot at the coffee table together. There was a quiet, slightly awkward moment, a distinct impression you’d walked into a room where people had recently been talking about you.
“Uhm. Hey, guys. Shower’s free…”