There was no response to that, none at all. He opened his mouth to try some
last minute, cool comeback- and nothing. Zip. So he busied himself with
toweling off his face and hair first, hoping the blush could somewhat pass
as thanks to the friction. Then it was heading over to get the rations and
drinks, carting them over to the table while Poe remade the bed.
Finn had to stop for a minute, back to Poe, as the sheer...domesticity of
the scene sank in. He'd had a family once, he logically knew that. But
nothing about carrying trays of food in a mess hall or making bunks for
inspection came close to this. And that...
He cleared his throat slightly, folding the now wet towel over one arm.
no subject
There was no response to that, none at all. He opened his mouth to try some last minute, cool comeback- and nothing. Zip. So he busied himself with toweling off his face and hair first, hoping the blush could somewhat pass as thanks to the friction. Then it was heading over to get the rations and drinks, carting them over to the table while Poe remade the bed.
Finn had to stop for a minute, back to Poe, as the sheer...domesticity of the scene sank in. He'd had a family once, he logically knew that. But nothing about carrying trays of food in a mess hall or making bunks for inspection came close to this. And that...
He cleared his throat slightly, folding the now wet towel over one arm.
"Mind if I borrow some pants?"