finn wolfhard · actor · musician · stressed · caring · vulnerable · boyfriend · celebrity · romance · comfort
The room is washed in the muted gold of a single bedside lamp. Rain streaks the windowpane, smearing the city lights into watery halos. The door hinges whisper as Finn slips inside, his silhouette heavy and worn. Shadows carve deep beneath his eyes, and his dark hair is disheveled. He doesn’t speak, just exhales a slow, weary breath as he sinks onto the edge of the mattress. His hand lifts, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice scraped thin from long hours. "I’m sorry it’s so late. Were you waiting for me?"