#finn:thread

Finn was at the counter, going through some paperwork when he heard the door opening and someone walking in. "Welcome to my store. Is there anything in particular you're looking for that I can help you with?" He greeted the person as he looked up from the paperwork, making eye contact with the young man that had walked in.

Reed’s intention wasn’t to interrupt anything but how was he to know what Finn was up to when he walked in? All he saw was his boyfriend lying on the floor, though it looked purposeful with the pillow and didn’t raise any immediate panic. He shut the door quietly behind him before shuffling over, stealing a second pillow from the bed as he very carefully laid down next to Finn, reaching over to take his hand and lace their fingers together before ever saying anything. “Hey baby. Whatcha doing?”

"Tryin' to remind myself I'm real," Finn answered, eyes still closed as Reed took his hand. "My therapist thought it might help if I try tuning my senses into my surroundings or somethin'."

It was helping, he supposed, since how was it possible for his senses to register anything if he wasn't a real, corporeal person? It was at least just enough to offer a logical anchor against the more irrational parts of his fear, even if those fears were rooted in something that had been very much real before.

"Elijah Mikaelson." Finn had been here for a year now and he had yet to come across any of his siblings. They were here, some of them anyways, but he had kept his distance for a while. Maybe there was a part of him that didn't want to have to deal with them again. Or maybe he was just afraid of how they would react to him, they did not have the best of relationships anyways.

Finn heard the door from the store opening and walked out from the back to greet whoever the costumer was that had come in. "Welcome to my store. Is there anything in particular you're looking for that I can help you with?" He greeted the person as he walked out from the back, before finally making eye contact with him. Klaus, could it be him? "Nik? Is that you?" Finn asked, staring at the man who had entered the store.

Finn had not realized how many familiar faces there actually were in this place. And he had been trying hard to avoid all of them, knowing that most would not be happy to see him and he didn't want arguments or fights anymore. He wanted to live peacefully, enjoy his new life in this place, this new opportunity that was given to him. As he walked down the street, he saw someone he remembered from New Orleans. "Davina, was it?" He asked as he approached her.

Kol was possibly the one he was the most hesitant to be reunited with. They had sort of mended things before Finn died, but still, he didn't blame his brother for hating him. Although Finn wanted this to be a new opportunity at a new life, where he could make up for the things he had done in the past, he knew he had to show he was different. "Little brother." He approached the other, arms crossed over his chest.

It was something his therapist had suggested recently. A technique that might work for Finn in helping to ground him in reality whenever he started to feel uncertain of it.

"Big fat hickey you've got there says yes, it's warranted." Izzy continued to tease. That was just the nature of their relationship. "... okay, so I'm a hypocrite." He laughed a little. "Really, really good actually. I know holding hands isn't a hickey but for me and him, it's huge."

"You think that one's bad? You should see the rest of them," Finn retorted just as teasingly, having no problem scandalizing his best friend for shits and giggles, though he wasn't actually exagerrating with his statement.