Finn really wanted things to go well between him and Smee, even if he wasn’t making the best impression in the world. He was good to Freya and that was the only thing in the world that mattered. As long as he was good to her, Finn could muddle through awkward small talk in the kitchen in the middle of the night. She’d helped him clean up after the 50 nugget situation after all. It was the least he could do.
“Oh no, no dude no worries. Not sure if you noticed but I’m not exactly holding the crown for one on one chit chats myself. I spent most of my life just talking with the FAB fam and we sort of all have to like each other by some bizarre cousin blood pact.”
He drank some of his water and tried to figure out the best way to continue this conversation. He wanted to do his best to at least get along with the guy, maybe learn a little bit about him. Finn was the definition of a walking open book, which he knew wasn’t how most people were, but being his usual awkward self might help clear some of the air between them.
“You’re a psych major right?” Brilliant way to start, pull out the tried and true what’s your major question. “That’s pretty tight. Sorry man, don’t feel obligated to keep talking with me. I appreciate you being around and Freya really likes you. So don’t worry, I won’t razz you. Partially because I know you could probably kick my ass, but also it’s not really my thing. I’m just glad you’re around.”
Smee actually wouldn’t doubt that there had been some bizarre cousin blood pact between the Bjormans, Fitzherberts, and the other one who had yet to come crashing into the male’s life unexpectedly. It was the strangest of cliques, and due to his association with one member, it seemed like he was for the moment entangled with all of them.
That night was just evidence of that.
“Surely you have friends, though, yes? Outside of your family. Because my socializing is just fine at normal hours,” Smee pointed out, needing the clarification from the other male. With how awkward things were presently, he actually might’ve believed it if Finn said he had no friends... but Zeus, he hoped that wasn’t true. Ideally, Alpha Sig brothers would have friends.
“Yes,” Smee answered to the Psychology question, knowing that he’d never personally revealed such a thing to him, but figuring that he’d left his textbooks out enough that it was likely obvious. “It is... tight. It’s fascinating too,” he continued, not giving in and asking Finn about his major just quite yet. Instead there was another topic he wanted to pursue that had just presented itself quite nicely.
“Really?” he asked, immediately clarifying. “Not the kicking your ass part. I don’t doubt that, nor do I doubt the part about your sister liking me, since that’s been established. But you’re perfectly fine, glad even, that I’m around even though I’m essentially a stranger to you beyond being former fraternity brothers and current roommates? And it doesn’t bother you whatsoever that I was born and raised on the Isle? Because the more time I’ve spent in Auradon, the more people have gone through waves of taking issue with it and all of its implications.”