@cvquette; based on this.
“i’m just getting some water.” finley whispered to the half asleep figure curled up in bed, it was late but his throat burned with thirst and he couldn’t quite quench it. he was silent, well as silent as his six foot body would let him be, as he crept down the stairs, his arms wrapped tightly around his bare chest as he made his way into the kitchen, hoping to god that no-one would be awake at this time, especially them. but obviously the gods were taunting him, as there they were as he stepped into the threshold, his nerves sky rocketing as he cleared this throat, “it’s a little late for you to be up isn’t it ??” he whispered softly, his blue eyes lighting up as he stepped towards them, the chill of the early morning air engulfing his body.
