Stick around (RINNEY)

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Robin began to wake up as he started to notice the feeling of something heavy on his chest and tightness around his stomach. He tried to shuffle, but something was keeping him from moving.

He opened his eyes and tilted his head up slightly to reveal what the issue was.

It was Finney. He was lead on top of Robin, completely wiped out, their breathing in perfect sync. He had his head rested against Robins' lower set of ribs, his hair tickling Robins bare skin.

He was slightly heavy, and it was getting a little stuffy like his room always was. But he didn't mind or try to move Finney off of him. He knew his twin sized bed was way too small for two people, and if that meant getting to see Finney in this state, he knew it was worth it.

He found it slightly funny to think how he was always the one to wake up first. How he always got to watch Finney's chest rise up and down slowly. With his face completely relaxed and not so fearful of the world highlighted by the morning glow. His arms clinging around Robin's torso so tightly like he would disappear if he didn't. He started to wonder if anyone else had ever seen Finn like this.

Robins' hands slowly crept up until they met the complexity of Finney's curls. He plays with the boys hair, running his fingers through strands, and then he begins to slowly rake his fingertips lightly against his scalp.  He then feels the way Finney's breathing pattern changes, letting him know he was now awake.

"Good morning, Mi amor." Robin whispers gently into the air. Finney mumbles a few incoherent words back, his lips gracefully grazing Robins skin as they move.

"What happened?" Is the only sentence Robin can make out of Finns tired little mutters.

"We must've fallen asleep. You're in the same clothes as yesterday." He points out with a weak laugh, still playing with Finney's hair.

"That feels so... good." Finney breaths, nuzzling his head into Robin's hand. Robin could tell he didn't get a lot of physical attention throughout his life. It was obvious how much the boy craves it because of all the small details. How he leans into every touch like it's his last. How he complains every time Robin stops or lets go.

"Finn," Robin's hands go from his hair to his chin, slowly lifting it up until Finney's sleepy eyes meet his. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have broken our promise, and I shouldn't have snuck out and lied to you. I love you so much, and I really hate it when we fight."

Finn nodds. "I'm sorry too. I know I overreacted. You were struggling, and instead of helping, I just yelled at you."

Robin taps the back of Finney's back, silently telling him to move off. Finney understands and shuffles off of Robins body so his own is on the matress and moves up until the two's faces are inches apart.

His hair fulls flat over his face, covering half of his eyes. Robin laughs as he reaches over and brushes his hair upwards for him. "You really need a haircut." He states, and both of them begin to giggle. It wasn't particularly funny, but when you're with the right people, anything is.

Their laughter soon fizzles out, and it all goes quiet again.

Finn stares at Robin gently, blinking slowly and softly like he hasn't fully woken up yet. He has a small smile across his face, and it's infectious because Robin can feel his own start to form.

He places his warm hand onto Finney's cheekbones, running his fingers along them silently. He gazes into Finns eyes, searching, diving in so deep like he is trying to read his mind.

His eyes move down to Finney's lips, and his hand goes from his cheeks to his jaw, his thumb presses against the corner of his mouth. He wants to kiss him. He yearns for it. He's wanted it for so long. "Finn," He whispers because that's all he can manage.