Getting Nik into bed was a major annoyance at best- he was less drunk than before, but exhaustion made his small body heavy.

Finn moves closer to Nik on the couch, grabbing an arm and throwing it over his shoulder. He stands, bringing Nik with him and standing still a moment, letting his body get used to the sudden weight on his side. Nik is limp, hand lightly fisted in the fabric on Finn’s shoulder.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Finn huffs, more to himself than Nik. He begins to make his way towards his bedroom, his own tiredness beginning to make his eyelids heavy. He rubs at his eyes and makes his way through his house slowly, patiently waiting for Nik to put one foot in front of the other.

Nik is surprisingly light, Finn notices. He seems thin, his shirt making him look bigger than he is. It’s ill-fitting, his pants the same way as Nik shucks them off into a corner of the bedroom. Finn leads him to the bed and tosses back the thick comforter. Nik climbs in all on his own, head hitting the pillow and seemingly falling asleep immediately.

Finn turns around and picks up Nik’s slacks, soaked in the front from the various times he’s spilled water on himself. Finn sighs and folds them, placing them on top of the dresser for Nik to find in the morning.

I’ll lend him some clothes in the morning, Finn thinks as he changes. He tosses his shirt and pants into the laundry basket, uncaring as they miss and land on the floor. He tosses on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, something simple and easy.

He crawls into the other side of the bed, catching a glance at Nik’s face. It was soft, expressionless. The moonlight filtering in through the windows casts shadows across Nik’s face that make him look even thinner. Finn sighs, making a mental note to buy Nik breakfast in the morning.

As exhaustion finally takes him, Finn can’t help but smile to himself. It’s the alcohol talking, he reasons. Nik’s just another person- someone who he had to take care of. It was bound to happen, with how much Finn goes out.

He sleeps.

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When Finn wakes up, the room is bright. He glances over, sighing as he catches sight of Nik, hair splayed messily over the pillow.

He means to reach over and shake Nik awake, but a spike of pain runs through his head instead. His hand comes up, rubbing his temple and feeling his heartbeat in his head. He makes the decision to get out of bed, letting Nik sleep in just a bit more, in favor of making coffee for them to try and help with the hangover.

He stumbles his way to the kitchen, flinching at the sun that filters in through the various windows. He sighs and begins to grind his own coffee beans, chastising himself for neglecting to buy pre-ground. The sound is grating against his ear drums.

He sighs, feeling guilty. He doesn’t know why, but he tosses the thought from his mind instead, choosing to think about Nik instead as he waits for the coffee pot to fill.

“He can read blueprints,” Finn mutters to himself, rubbing his hands down his face. “He needs a job, has an engineering degree-”

He huffs. Why do I feel so damn guilty?

He doesn’t get the chance to follow that line of thought before he hears footsteps slamming on the ground. He catches a peak of pink hair out the doorway before he’s shouting.

“Nik! Nik, wait!” he yells across the space, head shooting with pain through each shout. He makes his way into the living room, quickly giving up the chase.

He curses, running his hands through his hair and sighing. It’s obvious Nik wanted to leave, but why in such a rush…?

Do I want him to stay or leave? God dammit!