He nodded faintly. "Tough luck." He didn't seem to have much sympathy for Finn, though perhaps that was to be expected. He never seemed to have much. "Not too long of a story, either, for all the fussing about it that you did." He laughed a little, but it wasn't exactly the nicest laugh. Not a cruel one, but not kind either.
Finn was silent for a moment. He wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he’d expected, so it was dumb of him to be disappointed. He shouldn’t have said anything to begin with. He bit his tongue, nodding his head. “Yeah, guess so.” His words had a slightly sharper ring to them. This whole conversation was a bad idea. He just wanted to go walk around town, he shouldn’t have even looked at Waylen. He could tell that he was starting to spiral, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He needed to get a damn hold of himself.
Waylen glanced past Finn at the stairs, quiet for a long moment. "You'll survive it. Not like you were married or anything, now were you?" He supposed it would be embarrassing if Finn had been married to this girl, but then, Finn would have mentioned that if he had been, probably.
Finn clenched his jaw. "No, we weren't." His mind was buzzing. He couldn't believe he'd ever dated this scumbag. Finn's engagement ring was still sat on the nightstand in his room. Did Waylen seriously have no understanding of how human emotions worked? It was baffling. "I should be going," he stated bluntly.
"Yes, of course." Waylen replied. Truth be told, he did have a little sympathy, but not much. And he wasn't going to show it, either. He didn't care if Finn thought he was an asshole, it wasn't as if he wanted to be friends or anything again.
"Yeah. See you 'round, I guess." Finn locked his door and gave Waylen one last once-over before turning on his heel and heading off. That sure was a lovely start to his day. He bit his tongue harshly as a bad attempt to distract himself. It was still raining, at least. He could still go wander around… But he had to do so with the knowledge that he'd have to come back to him.
Waylen eventually made his way down as well, heading towards McDonald's to get some breakfast. He was hungry, after all. Doubly so, after that encounter with Finn. God damnit, why did they have to somehow end up in the same cheap, shitty motel? God,this was so fucking awful. He had even played to comfort him! To comfort Finn!
Putting up his umbrella, Finn kicked his feet along the sidewalk. Even the rain wasn't making him feel any better at this point. His only source of comfort he'd found here had turned out to be Waylen. Of all goddamn people. What cosmic power had he pissed off to get this shit situation? His eyes were getting watery again, and he let them. They would be unrecognizable in the rain anyway.
Waylen ordered his food, still wrapped up in his own head. What had he done to deserve it being Finn thst was here? Finn, of all the god-damned people. Finn. He shook his head a little, taking his food and sitting down in a booth to eat, a cup of coffee steaming as he unwrapped a breakfast burrito.
Finn wandered around downtown for at least an hour, scanning shop windows for any help wanted signs. Nothing. With no luck so far, he turned onto a less popular road in hopes that a smaller shop would need staff. Still, nothing. With no energy to ask around and a definite reluctance to go down even less popular alleys, worried he’d get jumped or something. He headed up, attempting to find a park he passed on his way here to sit and take a rest before walking back to the motel.
Waylen ate and sipped his coffee, frowning faintly as his thoughts began to wander away from seeing Finn next-door to him, back to his fallen through gig and towards finding his next one. He needed another gig, needed to bring in more money and eventually head back to his apartment.
Finally reaching the park within an astounding fifteen minutes, Finn collapsed onto the first bench he found - luckily under a small outcropping and safe from the rain. With nothing better to do, he pulled out his phone. He figured he'd scroll through social media until he felt rested enough to head back to the motel and pray he didn't run into Waylen again. The daytrip was a whopping failure, but he could try again some other time. He had plenty of cash to get him through the next couple of weeks, so if he just kept looking he was sure that everything would be fine.
Waylen ran his hands through his hair, getting his phone. The problem was, one gig usually led to another, and by getting a gig cancelled, no more would come from it. So he put up new posts on the different social medias that he used for his music, frowning a little bit. The social medias he used for music were different than the ones he used for personal stuff, since he wanted to keep the two a bit separated for now. So he added posts, using clips he'd had taken of some other gigs, and sent out emails to a few people.
Finn sighed, scrolling past a Subway ad and feeling his stomach growl in response. He'd been meaning to stop by somewhere and grab a bite to eat, but he'd completely forgotten in his haste to get away from the motel. There had to be at least a quick fast food place nearby, right? Ugh, but it was so early… Maybe he could find a Dunkin' Donuts or something around, that'd be nice. A good bagel and a coffee to turn his day around. He nodded to himself, typing the search into Google only to be thoroughly disappointed when it came up that the nearest one was a few miles away- he couldn't walk that. Changing tactics, he searched for the nearest fast food place. It was early, the breakfast menus had to still be up.
He frowned a little, foot tapping against the floor as he pulled out a beaten and battered notebook and a pencil, flipping to a page already covered in various notes and chords markings, scraps of music notation and lines of lyrics and a chorus. He got to work on the song, humming very quietly under his breath as he tried to work out the details of this one, how best to compose it.
A McDonalds. It was the closest option, but it was so… fast food. Which wasn't inherently a bad thing, but for breakfast it made him a bit nauseous. The area of things he could actually afford in this city was infinitesimal though, so… whatever. If he was going to be living at a motel around here for who knows how long, he would have to lower his standards anyway. And so he turned up at the small fast food place, the light on the sign flickering on and off as he strode into the small building. He set his umbrella by the door and miserably trod up to the counter to place his order.
He kept working, tapping his foot quietly and humming, eyes focused on his notebook where it lay on the table in front of him. He didn't notice when Finn came in, wholly absorbed in his notebook and what he was working on, pencil scratching over the paper as he added more and more.
Finn’s gaze was trained on the counter, not even bothering to look around. He quietly placed his order; a breakfast sandwich and a black coffee with a single shot of espresso. He usually went for a less intense coffee, but he needed the caffeine. Once he’d gotten his food, he mumbled a ‘thanks’ and took a seat at the closest empty table, which happened to be right next to the door.
He kept working, humming and tapping his foot. Eventually, he paused, tapping his pencil against his lower lip as he thought about what came next. The song wasn't done, but he wasn't sure what should come next. What the song was missing before it could be complete. Some sort of backing? No, that couldn't be it.
Finn took his time eating, knowing that once he finished he’d feel overwhelmingly guilty for staying longer than it took him to eat. He’d gone through that charade too many times to count; feeling like he was just in the way because he was just sitting there. He found that he didn’t feel as guilty when he just ate slowly, though, so that’s what he did. He watched cars drive by, sipping his coffee. It might’ve been nice were it not for the fact that he was in McDonalds, and literally in the worst low of his entire life.
Waylen hummed quietly under his breath as he started to write again, slow and careful and precise in his markings, knowing now what he needed to add. Once he got back to the motel, he'd play through it just to double-check, but he was sure that this was what it had been missing.
Tugging his phone back out of his pocket, Finn decided to keep looking for job openings nearby. Ideally he would find some quiet, low-effort job that paid decently- a library or something, maybe? Eh, it was worth at least a quick search. The background noise of conversation, rain, and car engines was relatively soothing, providing white noise while he continued taking small bites of his sandwich and browsing through the Google results.
He shifted, sighing faintly as he leaned back and glanced around the McDonald's. His eyes caught on Finn, and he frowned. He hadn't expected the other man to show up here, of all places. He shook his head, looking away and grimacing. Damn it. Why had Finn shown up here? "Obviously for food, you idiot." He mumbled to himself, sighing.
Finn hummed softly to himself, stumbling across a local library website. It didn't say if they were hiring anywhere, but he figured it was worth a shot. He typed out the details in the notes app on his phone before returning to his browser app, taking another swig of coffee. He didn't even look up at any point, too immersed in his search to pay attention to the other people in the shop.
His eyes kept flashing back to Finn, and he grimaced again. "God damnit." He mumbled, shaking his head and standing up. He was going to have to just go on a walk, then; no way could he focus with Finn hanging around in the same area as him.