He knew it was a line. He knew it was. But he couldn’t help but believe it anyway.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he said in a whisper. “I’d be here every night already if I could get away with it. If I could lay with you every time I went to bed...” He got Finn’s fly open but didn’t get any further - content to just leave it open for now.

“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me how you’d wait for me...”