#flint.ic

"Finally, a hero arrives in our most dire hour of need.. I feel warmer already! Hehe, thanks Finn."

"The duct tape is going to melt, y'know, being exposed to high temperatures for prolonged periods and all.. not to mention the fact we don't retain heat in the same way you do-"

"..."

"..? Oh– but, obviously, it's very thoughtful regardless and we appreciate it. Of course."

Contrary to what Finn may think when he arrives, Flint is not taking a nap. An eye opens when he hears the other grow closer, and he waves off some of the smoke still wafting from him. Being the temperature of a warming stove is not particularly pleasant, who would've thought!

"..."

"Oh- Well- It's important.. that you not feel that way."

Flint cleared his throat, fumbling past the sudden admission. He took a moment to gather his words, nodding in acknowledgement as he continued the train of thought.

"It is very easy to labor under the idea that because so many depend on you, you're meant to handle everything on your own."

Sighing, the prince leaned back a bit as he finally regarded Finn properly. A small, but pleased, smile worked its way onto his face.