Finn & Grant

“Whoa. What happened to you?”

“Sorry... meeting ran late... had to rush...”

“Ah jeez Finn, you didn't have to do that!”

“Well... I know... you don't like... to wait...” Finn smiled weakly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Aw. Somehow I didn't mind waitin' this time, big guy.”

“I'm glad... 'cause I'm gonna... need a minute...”

“Ah, s-sure! Here...” Grant gestured to a nearby bench and gathered his bag. Finn lumbered over and plopped down with a heavy thud and a sigh.

“Hard work carrying all that around, eh?” Grant sat down next to him, patting his leg.

“Y-yeah...” Finn smiled weakly, reaching into his bag for a book to fan himself with. The two sat for a few quiet moments, watching the rush hour crowd bustle by. All the while, a buzzing noise came from Finn's pocket several times.

“Uh, I think someone's trying to call you or somethin'...” Grant finally pointed out.

Finn shook his head, rolling his eyes a bit. “It's just work. Don't worry about it.”

“Rough day?”

“Eh... kind of,” he shrugged. “I'm okay, though, now. Leaving work at work.”

Grant smiled. “Aah. Well, I have just the cure for a bad day.”

“Yeah?”

“God damn,” Grant exhaled as he flopped on top of Finn’s heaving torso. “You are one hell of a workout, y’know?”

“Oof! Y-yeah... must be... real exhausting... for you...” Finn smiled through deep breaths.

“Got any left in ya, big fella? I ain't quite done with you.”

Finn nodded weakly, still panting. “I swear... you're gonna... kill me...”