[ the ferocity of finn sitting up in bed causes an avalanche of empty water bottles on mt.nightstand. super wolf. there's no fucking way. it'd been, what, a year or so since his last attempt at contacting daniel? back then it had resulted in a resounding nothing that riled up the worst theories in his head. he had lied awake with them on many nights before finally settling on the one that allowed him to sleep again. daniel had simply moved on. ]
You motherfucker
[ his eyes return to the sketch with new fondness now knowing its origins and inspiration. it's an improvement from the doodle scrawled on the back of the first postcard daniel had ever sent. finn still keeps it safely tucked in the visor of his brother's truck where a glimpse at his own reflection often lands him in the white sands of puerto lobos, imagining the grit at his feet.
a familiar ache in his chest has him switching on a light and lighting up again. ]
How kind of you letting me know you're still alive, lil man Missed your silly ass
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You motherfucker
[ his eyes return to the sketch with new fondness now knowing its origins and inspiration. it's an improvement from the doodle scrawled on the back of the first postcard daniel had ever sent. finn still keeps it safely tucked in the visor of his brother's truck where a glimpse at his own reflection often lands him in the white sands of puerto lobos, imagining the grit at his feet.
a familiar ache in his chest has him switching on a light and lighting up again. ]
How kind of you letting me know you're still alive, lil man
Missed your silly ass
[ so, so fucking much. ]