“I’m thinking about ordering something for dinner. Since there’s literally nothing here.” He only glanced up from his phone when he heard the ominous music playing from his computer stop, and even them immediately turned back to the small screen in his hand.
He nodded a little. "Pizza?" He suggested, raising an eyebrow over at Finn. "I'll pay for half of whatever you get, or at least my share." He didn't want to take advantage of Finn, especially when he was going to have to stay here overnight now.
Finn nodded. “Yeah, sure. Pizza it is.” After a few Google searches, he pulled up the online page for one of the closest places. “Think we should build a blanket fort too?” He snorted at his own joke, pulling up the online order section.
He blinked, then let out a faint snort of his own. "You remember what kind of pizza I like, or do I need to remind you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. They'd ordered pizza together before, hanging out in his family's penthouse, draped against each other in the easy intimacy of teenagers who believed themselves in love. Waylen hated the reminder.
Finn paused. He didn’t want to remember. He really, really didn’t. And it was easy to pretend that he didn’t have any memory of it at all. It was easy to pretend that he didn’t sometimes want to go back to those peaceful moments when he was just a naive teenager in love. So he did. To protect himself, at the very least. “Afraid you’ll have to remind me.”
Waylen nodded a little. "Right. I don't eat vegetables on my pizza. Meat-lover's, pepperoni, whatever, just so long as there's nothing green and growing. It's pizza, it isn't meant to be healthy." he laughed quietly, shaking his head a little. "We can get it half meat-lovers and half…whatever it is you wanted."
Finn hummed in acknowledgment, putting in an order for a large pepperoni pizza. He’d heard Waylen’s request for a meat-lovers, but he felt he’d been almost too nice this passing afternoon, so he felt he needed to be a bit more of a nuisance. Just so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Still, he wouldn’t explicitly order something Waylen didn’t like. Not tonight, at least.
Staring at the screen, Finn’s mind began to wander slightly. Would Waylen have to spend the night with him? IIt was a sudden, unpleasant thought that he didn’t even want to entertain, but as soon as it injected itself into his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It wasn’t as if there was anything he could do about it now, though, he supposed.
(sorry for the sudden disappearance! the semester just ended where i am, and it was a bit of a rough transition.)
Waylen was quiet for a moment, glancing over at Finn, then away again. The potential of him having to stay here was getting bigger with every minute he stayed, but he wasn't about to leave now. It was still raining, and Finn was ordering pizza. "How much do I owe you for half the pizza?" he asked, raising his eyebrows over at the other man. His wallet was still in the pocket of his soaked jacket, and the thought spurred him into motion. He got up and got his wallet, sighing as he pulled out his credit and debit cards, along with his cash, spreading them along the counter to dry. He trusted Finn enough to not steal his money, at least.
(it's fine!)
Attempting and failing to stifle a laugh, Finn watched in amusement as Waylen scrambled to dry his things. “Just, like, seven bucks.” It was a rough estimate given that he didn’t want to do all of the math at the moment. Not to mention that he wa relatively sure he’d mess it up if he tried.
He grimaced as he surveyed the crumpled, wet bills on the counter. He picked up a five and two ones, handing them over to Finn. "They're, uh, a bit damp but they're still legal tender." he said with a faint laugh. "Banks and stores will accept them with wrinkles, don't worry." he shook his head, drumming his figners on the counter.
“…Yeah, I’m gonna let these dry off a bit more before I try and pocket ‘em. Thanks though,” Finn chuckled. He laid the soggy bills out on an end table to dry once again, sitting back and watching Waylen out of the corner of his eye. If he’d wanted to try something he likely would’ve done it already though, so he was content to let his guard down a bit.
Waylen sighed faintly, still looking at the crumpled mess on the counter. He frowned, pulling out some soaked, stuck together business cards. "Ah, shit." He mumbled, picking at the edges with his fingernails. None of them, however, were restorable, and he tossed them in the trash with a muffled curse.
Finn snickered quietly, the thump noise of the cards hitting the metal almost as loud as the movie playing. “If only there was someone who had tried to get you out of the cold and rain sooner,” he deadpanned, switching his focus between Waylen and the movie.
"Fuck you." He grumbled, shaking his head and looking over at the movie. "It doesn't matter." He ran his hands through his hair, which was dry by now, though still wavy from the soaking it had received. He sat down again, closing his eyes for a moment.
Finn shrugged, not bothering to look across the room at Waylen when he spoke again. “If you say so.” He dismissed the topic, frankly not caring to ask what the man had thrown away. He checked this phone once again- The food was estimated to be here in roughly twenty minutes- and sighed, settling back into the movie.
He eventually refocused on the movie, leaning his chin on his hand, and his elbow on the arm of the couch. The movie was, he figured, nearly halfway through. Once it would finish, he would check the time, and see if he could make it to the front office in time to ask about his room keys.
Another twenty minutes passed by, and Finn nearly jumped when he heard the sharp knock on the door. He exhaled shakily in relief when he realized that it was just the food- it wasn’t the movie that had scared him, just the sudden noise when he was so into the storyline. No, definitely not the movie. Regardless, he hopped up to get the pizza. Having already paid online (one of the internet’s many wonders) he just thanked the delivery man, handed him a few bucks, and closed the door once again.
He laughed a little at the way Finn startled, getting up and pausing the movie so that they wouldn't miss too much of it, coming over to Finn to get some pizza. "Thanks, by the way." it sounded as if he was pulling his teeth out while speaking, but it was still a thank you, at least.
He rolled his eyes a bit at Waylen’s laugh, though he cracked his own smile once his back was turned to the couch. He slid the box onto the counter and flipped it open. “Yeah, you’re welcome. It’s about time I got a real ‘thank you’. Given that I saved your ass and all.” He grabbed a slice, blowing on it lightly before taking a large bite.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, you can stop rubbing that in." he retorted, shaking his head as he grabbed his own slice of pizza, sighing faintly. "I get it, you "Saved my ass" and whatever, doesn't matter." he took a bite of his pizza, flopping down on the couch again.
He pointed his slice of pizza at Waylen accusatorily. “Hey, I did. If I hadn’t offered to let your sorry ass inside, you would’ve been stuck out there in the wet cold until you figured out something else to do.” Finn hopped up on the countertop, swinging his feet back and forth lightly as he ate.
"Yeah, well." he shrugged his shoulders. "I would've figured it out, it's fine." he sighed, taking another bite of his pizza, then reaching forward to play the movie, not really wanting to talk anymore. He was already tired of talking to Finn.
“…You’re here right now because you couldn’t figure it out, but all right.” With a soft chuckle to himself, he hopped back over to the couch to continue the movie. If Waylen wasn’t half as annoying as he was, this might’ve been a pleasant evening, really. In a way it was already sort of therapeutic. He’d barely thought about anything negative for the past few hours, at least, and that was a win for him.
Waylen rolled his eyes, continuing to eat his pizza. He didn't speak, and just grabbed another piece when he finished the first one. This was…nice, much as he hated to admit that. It had been relatively peaceful, and so long as they were both relatively quiet, there wasn't too much arguing or fighting.
The movie was reaching the good part now, the plot twists revealed and the characters beginning to understand what they needed to do to escape the monster’s grasp. Finn watched with mild interest as he ate, still tired but overall- as much as he hated to admit it- comfortable in more ways than one.
He remained quiet as the movie came to its climax and finished soon after, the credits rolling across the screen as music played. Waylen stretched, finishing up his piece of pizza and shaking his head, neck popping as he moved.
Finn stretched as well, cracking his knuckles and setting aside his plate. “So it’s pretty late. Did you want to check with the front office about your room, or..?” He didn’t voice the second option, leaving it as an implication and not an explicit offer.
He checked the time, frowning a little. "I think the office is closed for the night, so…" he trailed off, frown deepening. "Shit." he glanced over at Finn, then at the door, grimacing a little as he realized he was going to have to stay the night. If Finn let him.
Finn was silent for a second, processing the new situation. He obviously wasn’t going to kick Waylen out on the street, but… “Yeah, you can stay here I guess. For tonight.” One night on the sofa wouldn’t kill him, he figured, and Waylen would owe him a favor for the future at least.
Waylen nodded a little. "Thanks." he finally said after a moment, not wanting to be horribly rude but also not really wanting to stay here. But he didn't have much of a choice. It was this or the street. "I'll talk to management in the morning." he just hoped it didn't thunder tonight; he'd left the melatonin in his room and he'd have a hard enough time getting to sleep as it was. Thunder would just make it that much worse.