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Chapter 29 - Newsies Placement Ships (Day 5)

- Chapter 29 - Henry x Finch -
Warnings: Oh God, this ship is a bit random but I'm determined to make it someone's favorite
Canon Era
Third Person

"Morning, Dove." Finch whispers, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.

Henry's head tilts back, looking up at Finch as he smiles. "Morning, Sugar." He greets softly.

"Why does Finch call Henry 'dove'?" They heard Elmer ask from behind them.

They turn around to find Elmer, Specs, and Buttons.

Specs facepalms. "Because a Finch is a type of bird, that he was named after, and a Dove is the bird of beauty and love, or something like that." He answers.

Elmer nods. "Cute." He mutters.

Specs walks away from him, while Buttons chuckles softly.

Henry and Finch share a look, before chuckling together.

"Morning, love-birds." Race mutters a greet as he walks past them, emphasizing the word 'bird' like he always did with them.

"Morning, Racer." The couple greets in unison.

Race waves weakly, before leaving the room.

"He's not a morning person." Finch points out, sitting down next to Henry on the couch.

Henry chuckles. "And he is supposed to wake us up every morning." He adds.

"Doesn't mean he has to be very awake." Jack comments, standing behind them.

The two boys wave at him, turning to face him.

Jack waves softly. "Though, I don't know how his shouts don't wake himself up." He mutters, annoyed. "They wake everyone else up just fine."

Henry and Finch chuckle.

They heard a shout from Crutchie.

Jack nods to himself. "Yeah, I'm going to go pretend to be a good boyfriend and help him." He points towards the stairs, chuckling a bit.

Finch chuckles. "Don't let him hear you say that." He responds. "He'll give you the talk on self-love."

Jack shoots him a weak and wide-eyed smile. "I've heard bits and pieces from the amount of times he's told it to Race, and sometimes Tommy boy, Mush, or Blink, though, their boyfriends help with that." He tells him.

Finch nods.

"Race is too stubborn for his own good." Henry mutters, sinking back into the couch.

"Ain't that the truth." Jack mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he walked off.

Finch chuckles softly, laying Henry's head in his lap.

After a few minutes, he noticed that the boys were starting to leave.

"Henry," Finch whispers. "Come on. It's time to go." He gently caresses Henry's cheeks.