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— ❝WE DON'T NEED NOTHING EXCEPT EACH OTHER, BUT THERE'S NO REASON TO SAY IT OUT LOUD❞
The night was long as Finn awaited a moment that never came. He paced the bedroom floor, picking at his fingernails, restlessly tapping his foot when he sat perched along the edge of his bed.
A few times he had dozed off, shaking himself awake. Alert for any sounds that drifted down the hall, his door was even left ajar to ensure he wouldn't miss the slightest noise.
He texted Millie multiple times early in the night. Her only answer: stay safe.
By five in the morning, the room was spinning as he heard his father's heavy footsteps marching out of the mansion. The sound echoed beyond the walls, and when the front door shut, Finn finally felt peace.
It didn't take long before he had drifted off into a short slumber. When he came to, the sun was shining through the curtains and his limbs felt stiff from the position he had fallen asleep in while leaning upon the wall.
He assumed it was around noon, maybe even later than that judging by how bright the sun shone in the sky. He stood up sluggishly, stretching out his lanky limbs trying to ease some of the soreness.
The mansion was silent, and he wondered whether or not that was a good thing. Finn didn't have enough time to dwell on that as a sudden knock erupted from his bedroom door, causing him to flinch as it swung open.
Winona peeked her head in, features pinched with concern as her eyes flickered along him from head to toe. The frown on her face etched further as she noticed his tended wounds.
Lifting a hand to his bandaged cheek, overcome with the ghost of Millie's careful ministrations when she had carefully covered the injury, he managed a small smile.
"It's not that bad," he spoke up, breaking the silence as Winona sighed.
It was unusual for silence to remain amongst them whenever she arrived at his room. Whether it was a light scolding or some small talk, there was always some sort of lighthearted communication between the two.
But it was in Winona's nature to worry over him like this. As if she were his own mother.
"Noni, I swear," Finn pressed on as he slumped down onto his mattress. "I'm fine. It's been dealt with. It won't get infected or some shit."
She pursed her lips before saying, "That's not what I'm worried about."
He understood, but he didn't want more people to worry about him. He wasn't the one that should be worried over right now. Mary probably needed to be checked on at the moment, not him.
