finn really fucking misses sxlitarius can this be a petition to bring him back
or maybe it was after the boy graduated from high school, only a few months after arlo's "accident" (accident always sounds better than attempt, doesn't it?). the boy won't admit to anyone that his tears after the ceremony weren't because he was relieved to have finished high school, but because he hadn't expected arlo would actually attend the ceremony.
it was probably then that finn had transferred over the last of his possessions to arlo's apartment, of which the bills were already being shared, a subtle touch on finn's part, who'd finally found a good use for his trust fund savings.
at any rate, it didn't matter when finn had officially moved in, just that he had. and the boy had to admit, it felt so fucking nice to come home and not have to sidestep his father, or hide out in his room until hurricane dad had left the building. but with arlo? everything was so much calmer, finn could practically feel himself relax as he walked across the threshold, and it surprised him how such a modest place could feel so welcoming, even after the awful thing that had happened there.
the memory is easy to brush away when he sees arlo curled up on the couch, some spanish soap opera on, with the volume cranked way high and the subtitles off, as if listening to it louder might help arlo understand them better.
finn sets his things down, kicking off his shoes and slipping off his jacket, trying not to seem too enthusiastic as he bounds over to the couch, crawling over the arm to get to arlo. the boy nuzzles himself under the other's blanket, effectively curling around arlo, offering the other a warm smile.
he doesn't say anything as he looks over arlo's face, wondering if his look of pure adoration is obvious or not (considering that finn has never felt more in love, he's pretty sure his eyes are actually morphing into hearts just from looking at arlo.
"hey," he murmurs, eyes roving over the other's face, focusing none too subtly on the arlo's lips before moving back up to his eyes. finn has never really been good with words, which frustrates him to no extent when it comes to sharing how he feels. because arlo means the whole goddamned world to him, and the only way finn could think to voice that was through an "i love you" but that had always seemed too impersonal. they weren't his words, or arlo's words. they were words for everyone, and if they were for everyone, it didn't feel like they were special anymore.
so the boy forgoes his attempts to voice how he feels, instead electing to show the other, leaning in to press a tentative kiss to arlo's mouth, doing his best not to remember when those lips tasted more like blood than anything else. for now, they were okay, they were happy, or at least, they were on their way to getting there. it didn't matter how slow the trek was. finn had already proved to arlo that he'd be there every step of the way. the boy knows in his heart that the same can be said for the other.
