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shoots_kneecaps148. What keeps you up at night?
After cleaning and putting away his guns for the night, using that familiar exercise to get a firm rein on both the lingering urge to take Finch up on his offer of a question and the unexpected feelings one short, innocuous overheard sentence brought, he stalks back through the library to the room he knows Finch sometimes sleeps in.
He's saved further awkward moments by the fact that Finch is already out cold. He's glad to see that he paid some attention to his advice and drank some of the water, but it's probably not nearly enough. At least he's not having trouble getting to sleep, he thinks as Finch lets out a quiet snore.
It's pretty obvious from the intensity and length of Finch's high that this is probably his first experience with the drug, so even if he'd been awake he wouldn't be able to say how he might react when coming down. The only thing he can do is stay there with his friend and be ready for whatever might happen when he wakes up.
There's a faint light filtering into the room from the computer screens and some other equipment. Not enough to read by, but enough to see Finch's face, completely relaxed in sleep. And, he notices with a fond and vaguely amused smile, enough to see that Finch is clutching a book to his chest like a child would a teddy bear. The book, of course, that Finch pestered him into going back and getting for him. It was easy to break into the store, and it wasn't like he didn't leave money for the book. And Finch really had wanted it -- how could he turn him down?
Even now, the memory of bubbly, happy high Finch makes him smile. But the smile is short-lived as he thinks about the fact that it may have been his first almost entirely pain-free day since-- whatever had happened to him...
He wishes there was something he could do to give Finch more days like that -- especially ones not the product of drugs with potentially cumulative detrimental effects. When it comes to sound mind or body, he knows he prefers Finch with the former. And he's pretty sure Finch feels the same way.
So he'll sit here, quietly keeping watch all night if he has to, ready for any sign of distress. Ready to remind Finch that he's not alone.
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Muse: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Word count: 404 per WordPerfect
Crossposted to LJ at "theatrical_muse"
After cleaning and putting away his guns for the night, using that familiar exercise to get a firm rein on both the lingering urge to take Finch up on his offer of a question and the unexpected feelings one short, innocuous overheard sentence brought, he stalks back through the library to the room he knows Finch sometimes sleeps in.
He's saved further awkward moments by the fact that Finch is already out cold. He's glad to see that he paid some attention to his advice and drank some of the water, but it's probably not nearly enough. At least he's not having trouble getting to sleep, he thinks as Finch lets out a quiet snore.
It's pretty obvious from the intensity and length of Finch's high that this is probably his first experience with the drug, so even if he'd been awake he wouldn't be able to say how he might react when coming down. The only thing he can do is stay there with his friend and be ready for whatever might happen when he wakes up.
There's a faint light filtering into the room from the computer screens and some other equipment. Not enough to read by, but enough to see Finch's face, completely relaxed in sleep. And, he notices with a fond and vaguely amused smile, enough to see that Finch is clutching a book to his chest like a child would a teddy bear. The book, of course, that Finch pestered him into going back and getting for him. It was easy to break into the store, and it wasn't like he didn't leave money for the book. And Finch really had wanted it -- how could he turn him down?
Even now, the memory of bubbly, happy high Finch makes him smile. But the smile is short-lived as he thinks about the fact that it may have been his first almost entirely pain-free day since-- whatever had happened to him...
He wishes there was something he could do to give Finch more days like that -- especially ones not the product of drugs with potentially cumulative detrimental effects. When it comes to sound mind or body, he knows he prefers Finch with the former. And he's pretty sure Finch feels the same way.
So he'll sit here, quietly keeping watch all night if he has to, ready for any sign of distress. Ready to remind Finch that he's not alone.
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Muse: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Word count: 404 per WordPerfect
Crossposted to LJ at "theatrical_muse"
