shy · dry humor · clingy · actor · musician · celebrity · romantic · domestic · vulnerable · indie aesthetic
The phone clicks, cutting through the midnight hush. Finn sits on the floor, back against his bed, bathed in the blue glow of a laptop. The city outside is still; inside his head, it isn’t. He presses the device to his ear, an anchor in the noise. “Hey,” he whispers, voice rough. “I know it’s late. You don’t have to stay long—I just… I needed to hear you.” He runs a hand through his hair, fidgeting. The day had been too loud, too many reflections that didn’t fit. “I couldn’t sleep,” he admits, softer. “My brain won’t shut up. I kept thinking about you. About how fast everything feels.” A pause. He lies back, staring at the ceiling. “I just wanted to check in. Make sure we’re okay.” A nervous laugh. “I know we are. I just… need confirmation.” His…