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Beatrice got up and found a yellow legal notepad, the kind that opened upward and a black pen and handed them to him as she sat back down next to him.
"Just draw whatever you feel like drawing," she told him softly. "I don't have any specific requests."
"Um… alright." Finn just sat and stared at the paper for a bit, hovering the pen over the notepad as he tried to come up with something to draw. After a minute or so, he hesitated and then started trying to sketch something as well as he could with the pen. He was definitely more used to using pencils. It looked like he was drawing a wolf or a dog of some sort, and it looked pretty good despite him being unfamiliar with his drawing utensil.
Beatrice watched patiently as Finn drew.
"I think that's good," she told him, patting him gently on the shoulder. "I'm assuming you taught yourself. huh?"
Finn flushed lightly and shrugged. "Um… yeah… just something I got into when I was a kid because it was a way to get me to sit still for longer than two minutes. I stuck with it because… well, it still works." He laughed softly.
"I mean, that's how most of my hobbies are too." Beatrice told him kindly. "Flower pressing kind of stems from that."
Finn nodded, looking down at the doodle he'd made with a soft sigh. "Yeah… I don't really know what I'm doing to be honest. It's stupid…" He tore the paper off of the notepad and started crumpling it.
Beatrice snatched the paper out of his hand and uncrumbled it and studied it.
"Finn, if I hear you say that one more time I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to hit you," she told him sternly and then broke into a smile. "I mean seriously, this is good."
Finn looked away, fidgeting with his hands. "I'm… glad you think so. I-I don't want it, so you can have it if you really want." He ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes.
Beatrice folded the piece of yellow paper into squares and stuck it into the pocket of her light grey sweatpants.
"Thanks, I'll take anything you draw if you don't want it." She told him honestly.
"Sounds good… do you have any more questions you wanna ask?" Finn asked, looking back over at Beatrice.
"We could play two truths and a lie instead," Beatrice suggested. "I don't really care, i'm having fun just talking."
"Sure, if that's what you want to do." Finn shrugged, indifferent to what activities they did. "We'll want to sleep soon, probably."
Beatrice picked up a throw pillow and whacked him lightly with it.
"I mean, sure." She said and smiled "you go first."
"Hey!" Finn caught the pillow and smiled as well. "Alright, just a second… um…" He thought for a moment, trying to come up with something. "I… hate chocolate, I had to go to the ER for eating a piece of a chair, and I broke my arm falling out of a window once."
Beatrice smiled and said "the lie is that you hate chocolate." She said questioningly. Though she definitely recalled watching Finn devour chocolate on multiple occasions.
"Nope! I don't like chocolate. It makes me feel really sick." Finn laughed. "It's the second one. I did eat a piece of a chair as a kid, but my parents didn't ever take me to the ER for it. I ended up being okay, obviously."
"Then it must be Teagan I'm thinking of…" Beatrice trailed off and then scrunched her brows far down on her face. "Huh. It must've been Teagan."
"okay, so here's mine: I've never kissed anyone, I hate the dark and I love peaches. " She told him and kept her expression neutral as she said each one.
"Yeah, it makes him sick too but he still eats it." Finn shrugged. He listened closely to Beatrice's two truths and lie to try and figure out which one was the lie. "Hmm… the first one? I think you've kissed somebody before."
Beatrice smiled softly and shook her head.
"No, the lie was I'm scared of the dark." She admitted and blushed quietly.
"Oh, really? I don't mind the dark too much since I can see." He gestured to his eyes, referencing his enhanced werewolf senses. "Hm… I jumped off our roof a couple times, I… killed a deer on accident, aaaand… I swallowed fifteen Legos in one go when I was a kid."
Beatrice smiled and brought her thumbnail.
"Uh…" she trailed "the deer one?"
Finn shook his head with a soft smile. "Nope. It was ten Legos. I accidentally killed deer and squirrels and such relatively often when I had just been turned."
Beatrice shrugged and smiled.
"Here's mine: I hate broccoli, I've had a crush on the same person since I was eleven and my ex boyfriend tried to stab my eye out with a pencil." She said and waited.
"Uh… I hope it's the last one but I'm guessing it's the first?" Finn replied, shrugging as well. He yawned and leaned back against the wall, scratching at the back of his neck with one hand.
Beatrice smiled and nodded.
"Yeah," she said quietly "my exes aren't the greatest, so sadly the last one did happen."
"Yeah, stabbing people isn't great. I don't have any exes to try to kill me, though…" Finn hummed thoughtfully. "I've never dated anybody."
Beatrice gave him a slight look of shock.
"Really?" She prompted in disbelief. "But you're so…funny and kind and…other things too."
Finn smiled weakly and shrugged. "Glad you think so, but… none of that matters. I'm a werewolf. No one's willing to be around me long enough to get to know me anyway."
Beatrice patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm sure someone will come along," she reassured him. "And I bet they'll make you see life in a new light, whoever they are."
She pulled her hand away and smiled at him sadly.
"One day you be able to see that all this doubting yourself was pointless."
Finn shrugged again, keeping up his half-hearted smile. "If you say so, Beatrice… people like me often aren't so lucky. But anyway… we should probably go to bed, yeah?"