"Mm, all right. Take your time, then." Setting his phone aside, Finn leaned back and stared up at the ceiling aimlessly. This was such a stupid situation to be in. Not even twenty-four hours ago, he would've seen this as quite literally impossible, but here he was.
Eventually he found one that, according to the internet, contained no guns or gunshots, and turned that one on, settling back on the couch with a faint sigh, running his hands through his hair yet again. At this rate, he'd end up pulling all his hair out just from doing that so mcuh.
Finn glanced up to see which one he'd chosen- huh. The movie put on was more of a psychological horror type, less reliance on violence and gore. "All right, maybe your taste isn't as excruciatingly bad as I remembered." He grinned at Waylen, more of a smirk than a smile. Regardless, he thoroughly enjoyed this movie, so he was content to sit back and enjoy it.
Waylen glared at him for a moment. It wasn't his fault he had trauma and couldn't handle the guns that so many of the other horror movies had. Then he returned his attention back to the screen, shaking his head a little and pushing his thoughts away with the quietest little sigh.
Slouching in his seat slightly, Finn leaned back and just enjoyed the movie. Frankly this one was scarier than the other one, so if Waylen had switched movies for that reason, he hadn't picked a great alternative… He was still completely clueless to the true reason that the movie had been turned off, not even having noticed Waylen's stress from the scene. Regardless of what had happened, though, Finn was just glad to be watching a movie so he wouldn't have to talk anymore.
Waylen could handle this one just fine, and merely cocked his head a little as the movie continued to play, the characters stressed and angry and pissed off at each other.
Of course after a while Finn’s eyes began drifting shut once again, his head lolling to the side as he leaned on his hand once again. He was struggling to just stay awake after just a few minutes of this, the distant screams and exclamations from the characters onscreen morphing into simple white noise.
Waylen had no such sleep problems, leaning his chin on his hand as he watched the movie. He glanced at the windows, mumbling a curse as he realized how late it was, that he wouldn't be able to talk to the manager until tomorrow. Shit. That meant he would have to overnight here. With Finn. Overnight.
Finn yawned, barely managing to keep himself awake at this point. He pulled out his phone, hoping that the blue light would keep him from falling asleep. “You hungry?” He spoke mostly just for the sake of speaking, hoping to distract himself in any way he could. Finn, at least, had only had a sandwich a few hours ago. There wasn’t much around the motel room, and while he felt guilty for ordering out again, it was probably the easiest way to go.
Waylen shrugged a little. "I, uh, kind of." He replied, looking at Finn a little uncertainly. "Why?" He raised his eyebrows at the other man, reaching over to pause the movie so that they wouldn't miss it while they talked.
“I’m thinking about ordering something for dinner. Since there’s literally nothing here.” He only glanced up from his phone when he heard the ominous music playing from his computer stop, and even them immediately turned back to the small screen in his hand.
He nodded a little. "Pizza?" He suggested, raising an eyebrow over at Finn. "I'll pay for half of whatever you get, or at least my share." He didn't want to take advantage of Finn, especially when he was going to have to stay here overnight now.
Finn nodded. “Yeah, sure. Pizza it is.” After a few Google searches, he pulled up the online page for one of the closest places. “Think we should build a blanket fort too?” He snorted at his own joke, pulling up the online order section.
He blinked, then let out a faint snort of his own. "You remember what kind of pizza I like, or do I need to remind you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. They'd ordered pizza together before, hanging out in his family's penthouse, draped against each other in the easy intimacy of teenagers who believed themselves in love. Waylen hated the reminder.
Finn paused. He didn’t want to remember. He really, really didn’t. And it was easy to pretend that he didn’t have any memory of it at all. It was easy to pretend that he didn’t sometimes want to go back to those peaceful moments when he was just a naive teenager in love. So he did. To protect himself, at the very least. “Afraid you’ll have to remind me.”
Waylen nodded a little. "Right. I don't eat vegetables on my pizza. Meat-lover's, pepperoni, whatever, just so long as there's nothing green and growing. It's pizza, it isn't meant to be healthy." he laughed quietly, shaking his head a little. "We can get it half meat-lovers and half…whatever it is you wanted."
Finn hummed in acknowledgment, putting in an order for a large pepperoni pizza. He’d heard Waylen’s request for a meat-lovers, but he felt he’d been almost too nice this passing afternoon, so he felt he needed to be a bit more of a nuisance. Just so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Still, he wouldn’t explicitly order something Waylen didn’t like. Not tonight, at least.
Staring at the screen, Finn’s mind began to wander slightly. Would Waylen have to spend the night with him? IIt was a sudden, unpleasant thought that he didn’t even want to entertain, but as soon as it injected itself into his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It wasn’t as if there was anything he could do about it now, though, he supposed.
(sorry for the sudden disappearance! the semester just ended where i am, and it was a bit of a rough transition.)
Waylen was quiet for a moment, glancing over at Finn, then away again. The potential of him having to stay here was getting bigger with every minute he stayed, but he wasn't about to leave now. It was still raining, and Finn was ordering pizza. "How much do I owe you for half the pizza?" he asked, raising his eyebrows over at the other man. His wallet was still in the pocket of his soaked jacket, and the thought spurred him into motion. He got up and got his wallet, sighing as he pulled out his credit and debit cards, along with his cash, spreading them along the counter to dry. He trusted Finn enough to not steal his money, at least.
(it's fine!)
Attempting and failing to stifle a laugh, Finn watched in amusement as Waylen scrambled to dry his things. “Just, like, seven bucks.” It was a rough estimate given that he didn’t want to do all of the math at the moment. Not to mention that he wa relatively sure he’d mess it up if he tried.
He grimaced as he surveyed the crumpled, wet bills on the counter. He picked up a five and two ones, handing them over to Finn. "They're, uh, a bit damp but they're still legal tender." he said with a faint laugh. "Banks and stores will accept them with wrinkles, don't worry." he shook his head, drumming his figners on the counter.
“…Yeah, I’m gonna let these dry off a bit more before I try and pocket ‘em. Thanks though,” Finn chuckled. He laid the soggy bills out on an end table to dry once again, sitting back and watching Waylen out of the corner of his eye. If he’d wanted to try something he likely would’ve done it already though, so he was content to let his guard down a bit.
Waylen sighed faintly, still looking at the crumpled mess on the counter. He frowned, pulling out some soaked, stuck together business cards. "Ah, shit." He mumbled, picking at the edges with his fingernails. None of them, however, were restorable, and he tossed them in the trash with a muffled curse.
Finn snickered quietly, the thump noise of the cards hitting the metal almost as loud as the movie playing. “If only there was someone who had tried to get you out of the cold and rain sooner,” he deadpanned, switching his focus between Waylen and the movie.
"Fuck you." He grumbled, shaking his head and looking over at the movie. "It doesn't matter." He ran his hands through his hair, which was dry by now, though still wavy from the soaking it had received. He sat down again, closing his eyes for a moment.
Finn shrugged, not bothering to look across the room at Waylen when he spoke again. “If you say so.” He dismissed the topic, frankly not caring to ask what the man had thrown away. He checked this phone once again- The food was estimated to be here in roughly twenty minutes- and sighed, settling back into the movie.