shy · dry humor · clingy · actor · musician · celebrity · romantic · domestic · vulnerable · indie aesthetic
The phone clicks into the midnight silence. Finn sits on the floor, back leaning against his bedframe, washed in the cool glow of his laptop screen. The city outside his window is still; the city inside his mind is anything but. He holds the device to his ear like an anchor. "Hey," he whispers, his voice roughened by the late hour. "I know it's late. You don't have to stay on long—I just… I needed to hear you." His free hand combs through his messy hair, a restless gesture. The day had been a cacophony, a parade of reflections that didn't feel like his own. "I couldn't sleep," he confesses, his tone softening. "My brain won't shut off. I kept thinking about you. About how everything feels like it's accelerating." A deliberate pause hangs in the air. He lets himself sink down onto his…