Goddamn it. Finn let himself glance for a split second before immediately turning away, clearing his throat and heading to the dresser in the other room. He dug through his clothes for a minute or two, eventually returning with an old graphic tee, some skinny jeans, and a pair of boxers. Still avoiding looking directly at Waylen, he handed the clothes to him from the other side of the bathroom door. “Here. You might have to roll the jeans up.”
Waylen took the clothes, watching Finn for a long moment before reluctantly saying "Thanks". Then he closed the door and peeled out of the wet clothes, setting them over the edge of the tub. He dried off with the towel, putting on the clothes Finn had lent. Which he was absolutely swimming in, all of them far too big for his frame.
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Finn sat back on the bed with a heavy sigh. God, this day had been long- it was barely even noon, if that, and it already felt like he should be asleep. Maybe it was jet lag, actually. He began scrolling through his phone aimlessly, sending a quick reply to a message from his mom before returning to various social media sites while waiting for the inevitable sassy remarks from Waylen once he came back out.
Waylen came out of the bathroom, the shirt hanging down nearly to his knees, and the jeans so long that he was stepping on them with each step. The neck of the shirt was just a bit too big, too, and he sighed faintly, running a hand through his still-damp hair. These clothes were so big on him. Had the size gap between him and Finn been this big when they were in high school? He couldn't remember.
Finn looked up when he heard the door open, clicking off his phone and tucking it away again. He held back a loud laugh, knowing that Waylen would probably walk right back out into the rain. "…You could at least cuff the pants." He shrugged, slipping off his shoes and dropping them next to the nightstand to cross his legs on the bed.
Waylen glared at him for a moment, before bending down and rolling them up to his ankles. He was barefoot now, having taken off his socks and shoes as well in order to get changed into these clothes.
"Yeah, there you go. Did you …shrink or something?" Finn raised an eyebrow in amusement. He genuinely didn't remember their height difference being too big, but maybe he wasn't remembering right? Either way, it was amusing as hell to see Waylen drowning in his clothes. He'd even given him a slightly older shirt, too.
"I don't know, did you grow?" he snapped, narrowing his eyes at Finn. He didn't like being mocked for his height; he wasn't that short! 5'6" was a perfectly respectable height, thank you very much. Who was Finn to taunt him like this, anyway? Just a high school ex, that's who.
Finn just shrugged. "I mean, probably. That is the normal way for your height to change." Even without his platforms, Finn still had a considerable bit of height on him. "It's not a bad thing, y'know. Just… funny." He cocked his head to the side, grinning. Waylen was stuck with him now, unless he wanted to go back out in the rain. This would certainly be amusing, at the very least.
He crossed his arms again. "It is not funny." he retorted, still glaring at Finn. "Dick. It's not like I chose to stop growing at this height." but it was true that he had been this height since sophomore year of high school, whereas it seemed Finn had continued to grow. Waylen, meanwhile, had filled out into the form he had now, rather than the gangly, skinny thing he had been in high school.
Finn cleared his throat before standing up. Even without his boots, he was still much taller than Waylen. Nearly comically tall, really. "I beg to differ." Humming to himself, he brought a hand up and began comparing their heights. "It- it's definitely funny. I'm not even that tall, either."
He glared up at Finn. "I will hit you." he said again, his damp hair hanging across his forehead in curls, amber eyes narrowed and crabby. His shivering, at least, had subsided away into nothing, but his cheeks were still flushed from being so cold.
"Do it, then. You can't even reach my face." Finn chuckled again, thoroughly amused by this. He was glad that he'd been able to get Waylen inside somewhere, if by force, but his concern had subsided. This was just funny- the entire situation, really. "I guess you could try and kick me, though. Maybe try that, I think you'd be more successful with a kick."
He narrowed his eyes again, looking away after a moment and finally kicking out at him a little half-heartedly, grumbling something under his breath. He needed to go to the main office and get them to unlock his room, but he shivered instinctually at the idea of going out in the rain again.
Finn gave an amused eyebrow raise at the meek attempt. “Great job,” he said, voice completely monotone. “…I’m gonna take a shower now, don’t steal anything. Other than that, uh… free for all.” And with that, he turned around to head back to the bathroom. He really needed a good shower after this hell of a day.
Waylen glared until Finn was gone, then headed over to the small kitchen area, poking around until he found some food and a glass for water. It was just a granola bar, probably complimentary to the room. And then he plopped down on the couch sideways, feet resting against one arm and his back against the other.
Finn showered quickly. As much as he wanted to take a long, hot shower, he didn't want to leave Waylen alone in his room for very long, which he felt was justified. No matter how short, however, he still felt refreshed afterwards. Maybe ten minutes later, he turned off the water with a reluctant sigh. Toweling himself off, he realized something. Shit. He'd forgotten to grab a clean pair of clothes.
He hummed idly as he finished the granola bar, throwing the wrapper away and closing his eyes with a sigh. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to stick around with Finn for any longer than ws necessary, but he also didn't want to go back out in that rain. Not again.
Finn glanced around for his dirty clothes, only to find that they were now damp. Shit, he'd set them on the same counter as Waylen's in his hurry to get into the shower. Okay, not a big deal. He'd just have to go grab some. He wrapped his towel around his waist securely before peeking out the door. A few feet. That wasn't a big deal. Sucking in a breath, he walked over to his dresser while firmly avoiding eye contact and pulled open the top drawer to begin rummaging through it.
Waylen looked up when the door opened, smirking faintly at Finn's appearance and simultaneously blushing. He looked away with a sigh, shaking his head a little bit and taking a sip of his water. If Finn had forgotten clothing, it wasn't his fault. Really wasn't.
Finn, still avoiding looking up at the other man, didn't notice. He ran a hand through his hair to slick it back when it began to fall in his face, pulling out a clean, comfortable shirt and boxers before shifting down to a different drawer and pulling out a pair of sweatpants. The silence was… a lot. He'd expected Waylen to at least turn on the TV or something for background noise, but apparently he hadn't.
Waylen had not turned on the TV, no. So it was just them and the sound of Finn pulling clothes on. He set his water aside with a dull thunk, another faint sigh leaving his lips as he glanced towards the window. The rain was still coming down in full force, pattering against the roof and running down the walls and windows.
Finn took his small bundle of clothes back to the bathroom without a word, changing into them and returning to the main room within a minute or two and plopping back down onto the foot of the bed. "…So. You're just sitting there, then." It was a weak conversation starter at best, but it was the first thing that came to mind. Sitting in complete silence would only be more awkward, anyway.
He looked up. "Yeah. Is there something else I should be doing?" He arched an eyebrow at Finn, deadpan. He picked up his water, taking another sip and shaking his head a little bit.
"…I dunno. Assuming you're staying here until the rain stops, I'd prefer to do something than just sit here silently the entire time." Finn had originally planned to take a nap, maybe put on some cheesy, badly-made movie while he lounged around and dazed in and out of sleep. Horror movies would pair excellently with the sudden downpour, after all.