The Plan
While he didn't plan on resigning himself to slumber just yet, he brought himself up to the guest room, perching himself on the cushioned seat that sat against the window. He looked outside of the glass pane at the gilded trees, unable to shake the chance meeting he had.
"Hey, Finn."
He turned his gaze away from the window to the young woman who entered the room, "What's up, Charlotte?"
On the bed closest to the window, she sat down, resting her hands against the sheets as she looked at him, "How're you holding up?"
For some reason, it somewhat bothered him to be asked that. It wasn't this specific time, but the many moments in which he was asked this question piled up, feeling unjustified.
"Listen, I know you're just looking out for me, but…I'm fine, alright? I promise," Finn assured her, wearing a faint smile.