It's a quiet day in the lodge when you and Finch spend some time inside together. He's taken out his guitar, and you are quick to lay on the couch, propping yourself up with your elbows and he lays below, strumming a soft tune. He hums as he plays, sometimes adding words in the midst of the music when they come to him. You grin down at him, and he stops momentarily when he sees your expression, his lips parting ever so slightly. He seems to catch himself before you can inquire about the pause, and when he begins to hum again, he now bears a grin identical to yours. The music turns sweeter. And for a moment, it's simply you and Finch in this tender moment, forever.
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~ nutcracker645
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