[Sighing loudly, Finch pushed open the door of the Iris cabin and threw his bag against his bed. He was tired. Like, mentally tired. Sitting on the dusty duvet, he quickly took off his shoes and his shirt, swapped his jeans for a pair of Bermuda shorts and just laid down like that, staring at the ceiling. He'd just spent a month and a half taking care of his little sisters while their parents were arguing about who would have child custody.] Gods, if only divorce proceedings could go without any problems...











