[The quick agreement is kind of a relief, even though Roy feels that familiar surge of weird guilt he feels so often when someone is actually nice to him, agrees to his suggestions without needing to be coaxed and bribed. Like he's pulling the wool over Finn's eyes or something, like he's tricking him somehow. Who'd want to agree so easily to hanging out with someone like Roy anyway? Who'd want to try new things with that kind of easy trust with Roy?
It doesn't make sense.
Still, Roy's never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he offers a shaky smile and ducks his head toward the locker room as Finn gestures that he should go first, and starts walking, tries to ignore the shakiness in his arms that gives him a vivid preview of how sore they're going to be tomorrow.]
Hah. I'm too good at relaxing.
[True, and the first little swipe he's taken at actually talking to Finn about what's going on in his head, what the real problem is - Jason leaving sucks, sure, but the root problem isn't really that. It's about how Roy's reacting, the desire to drink, how damn incapable he is of comforting himself without alcohol, how incapable he is of convincing himself of his own worth.
Heading into the locker room, he strips off his tank top, his shorts and underwear at the same time, and wraps a towel around his waist, glancing over his shoulder at Finn with a half-smile.]
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It doesn't make sense.
Still, Roy's never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he offers a shaky smile and ducks his head toward the locker room as Finn gestures that he should go first, and starts walking, tries to ignore the shakiness in his arms that gives him a vivid preview of how sore they're going to be tomorrow.]
Hah. I'm too good at relaxing.
[True, and the first little swipe he's taken at actually talking to Finn about what's going on in his head, what the real problem is - Jason leaving sucks, sure, but the root problem isn't really that. It's about how Roy's reacting, the desire to drink, how damn incapable he is of comforting himself without alcohol, how incapable he is of convincing himself of his own worth.
Heading into the locker room, he strips off his tank top, his shorts and underwear at the same time, and wraps a towel around his waist, glancing over his shoulder at Finn with a half-smile.]
I'll go get the room warmed up. See you in a sec?