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reunited.

(javi)

my needed slumber was quickly ended by a gentle, well actually seemed like thunder, knock on my bedroom door. it was my dad, i forgot he was coming home today i should've stayed awake. he switched on the lamp and walked over to my bed. "hi dad" i smiled while stretching, i checked the time i was almost 4am.

"one of your uni friends was sitting in the street, i don't know what happened but he seemed quite upset. uh flynn? ben? ah yes, finn" he quietly laughed.

"what?" i shot up in confusion, was i still asleep?

"yeah he's downstairs, i let him in, i would go check if he's okay son. he can stay tonight we will sort it in the morning. i'm going to go on to bed" my dad spoke in a caring tone.

i hopped up, forgetting about my ankle pain and walked quickly downstairs. finn was sitting there, he looked so sad. he turned around, exposing his bruised and blood strucken face and stood up. he came over to me, collapsing into my arms and sobbing. "hey what's wrong, what happened are you okay?" i asked in shock, hugging him with my hand on the back of his neck. he couldn't speak. his tears did enough talking for him. we stood like that for a minute or so. before he finally pulled away and turned his back to me.

"i'm so sorry, i should go" he said without turning, starting to walk away. i grabbed his hand, and he turned back around. starting into my eyes. i put my hand on his face gently, whiping the tears from his cheek and we walked in silence back up to my room. i closed the door over and told finn to sit down, taking off his backpack for him. i went into my bathroom and got some wipes and anti-septic for his face. we didn't talk. but we didn't need to. i cleaned him up, he winced at the anti-septic touching his cut face as i wiped it and cleaned his injuries. he leant against me as i stood beside him, i put my arm around him and hugged him. he really needed someone right now. i wasn't going to question him on what happened.

i asked if he wanted to lie down, he nodded. he started to take off his worn hoodie but struggled, i helped him lift it over his head which exposed his bruised chest and stomach. "finn" i said with worry. he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror, touching the bruises. "well shit" he lightly laughed before starting to tear up. i gave him another soft hug, fearing i'd hurt him. we lay down on the bed. i put my arm around him and he turned and lay on my chest. i could feel his shaky, uneven breathing as he lay. i moved my arm up and started to brush his hair awkwardly with my hand. was i being too comfortable with him? he turned into me more and closed his eyes. we lay there in silence. in pure tranquility.

i think he'd started to drift off because his breathing started to slow down and become more uniform. i felt comfortable with him and felt myself drifting off again for the second time tonight. i can ask him in the morning what happened, if he wants to tell me of course.