[ Let no one ever dare to call that entrance less than great. Crying deli owner. Carefully nudging the door open. Looking exactly like a half-dead person. Perfect. It's pretty much on par with descending from the heavens to a screaming choir. And everyone in this room knows it.
He came to feed a cat and two whole friends turned out to not have wasted away in a nanite coma. Is this the real life? Is it just fantasy? No. It's really happening in reality. That extremely comforting in-person, right before his very eyes confirmation that they're both here and back on the upswing. Cassian and Jyn are probably the most beautiful things Finn has seen in a month, going by his personal dramatic scale. ]
Hi.
[ Finn grapples with his impulse control vs. another wave of unmitigated and broadly-telegraphed relief. He loses this grapple, which he tends to do when it comes to his impulse control.
So he sort of just. Immediately gets a few quick steps in so that he can go for round two of hugging. He is not even pretending to try to hide this intent. The thought process on it stopped as soon as it began. Like any time, hug o'clock rolls around a solid twice per day.
This is a good day. Don't @ him. It's good, as pretty much anybody in the Star Wars universe could say, to just plain see people live through things. That doesn't get old. If it means putting himself at risk of being judo-flipped or whatever, then so be it. Well. So be it-ish. He would probably apologize and try to work on his impulse control again. But still. ]
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He came to feed a cat and two whole friends turned out to not have wasted away in a nanite coma. Is this the real life? Is it just fantasy? No. It's really happening in reality. That extremely comforting in-person, right before his very eyes confirmation that they're both here and back on the upswing. Cassian and Jyn are probably the most beautiful things Finn has seen in a month, going by his personal dramatic scale. ]
Hi.
[ Finn grapples with his impulse control vs. another wave of unmitigated and broadly-telegraphed relief. He loses this grapple, which he tends to do when it comes to his impulse control.
So he sort of just. Immediately gets a few quick steps in so that he can go for round two of hugging. He is not even pretending to try to hide this intent. The thought process on it stopped as soon as it began. Like any time, hug o'clock rolls around a solid twice per day.
This is a good day. Don't @ him. It's good, as pretty much anybody in the Star Wars universe could say, to just plain see people live through things. That doesn't get old. If it means putting himself at risk of being judo-flipped or whatever, then so be it. Well. So be it-ish. He would probably apologize and try to work on his impulse control again. But still. ]