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FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
In the morning, Finch waited for a number to come in, but nothing happened, and he instead spent most of the early morning staring at the library bedroom "door" in defeat.

He'd meant to go back in there. He really had. He'd gotten some breathing room for six whole days, he'd taken a step back and assessed the situation; he was in control. He'd planned to go back in there, change the sheets and tidy the room, and finally get some sleep in what was, for all intents and purposes, his real bedroom.

But then... Then he'd seen John, and John had been real, and familiar, and he made Finch feel self-conscious, and it had been all Finch could do just to plough through the speech he'd prepared. He'd given John the account number; John had taken it (without comment); it had all gone reasonably well. But he'd felt exhausted, afterwards. So, instead of the bedroom, he'd headed to The Coronet.

And now he was staring at the bookcase. The bookcase that hid a door to his bedroom. Fleetingly, he wondered if Reese had been in there since that night. Probably not. Reese would have told him, Finch was sure of it. He would have - he would have said something about finding the linen closet, or something of that kind.

Finch sighed. Reese. He'd left so quickly, the day before.

Suddenly, Finch heard the unmistakeable sound of Reese and Bear coming through the library hallway. He looked up, and there was Reese, juggling two paper cups, a pastry box, and Bear's leash.

Finch rushed forward to help him. He managed to grab one of the cups before it tipped over, and a spill was avoided. Meanwhile, Bear circled them, and effectively tied them up with his leash.

"Ah." Finch said, flustered.

Reese quickly dropped his end of the leash, but not before they'd brushed up against each other. Not before Finch had felt Reese's warm muscles through the fabric of his suit.

Reese coughed.

Once they'd settled down at the table, and Bear had settled down in his doggie bed, Finch took a sip of his tea. "Thank you for the tea, Mr. Reese," he said.

Reese bit into a danish, and looked at Finch expectantly.

Finch raised an eyebrow in response.

"What's our new number, Finch?" Reese asked.

Bwuh? "We haven't gotten a new number today, Mr. Reese."

Reese cocked his head in that way he did when something wasn't right. "I got a call this morning. Phone rang, couldn't make out the words, but sounded just like the The Machine."

"So you came here."

"Yup."

"I see. Well... we don't have a new number."

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
1. The return of Finch POV is even more amazing than I could have hoped (P.S. I assume you know you're ridiculous, but his first line is perfect, if you changed it angels would weep) and I love their entire conversation. Their entire agonizing, wonderful conversation -- I freaked out in tandem with Finch when Reese said the thing about needing a break, and then, no, I can't even. HE WANTS THEM TO BE ON EVEN GROUND. Finch, you have the most beautiful intentions and will you please kiss him now?

2. SEEMINGLY, NO. Even though Bear and the Machine are both clearly on my side in this -- two out of two non-human family members agree you're perfect for each other, guys, you should look into that! But I forgive them because their faces. Their flustered, impossible faces, OMG.

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
they're just hopeless, though. Reese has just spent his entire life convinced that no one else could possibly want what he wants. It's like... like his entire life is built on the idea that he's not allowed to ask for something. He's only allowed to have what people will offer.

And Finch. It would never even occur to Finch that anyone would ever want him for anything more than his money or his brain. Finch thinks... Finch thinks he's useful to people. He doesn't think people care about him.

Sometimes, Finch takes his clothes off at night, and catches sight of himself, and then he thinks of Reese's smooth, compact muscles, and he just... feels scarred, and old, and he can't help thinking of Reese's James Bond-like former career, in which Reese must have... he probably ended up drugged and seduced many times before (don't think about a drugged and seduced 25-year-old John Reese. Don't.) Finch thinks - what happened between Reese and himself - maybe it was nothing to Reese. Maybe he's just... blasé about it. He probably doesn't even care.

Like I said: hopeless. Just hopeless.

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
They're so... They're just so...

See Reese is good at compartmentalizing; he's had years of training for that. He isn't pining for Finch, not physically. Reese has, like, professional sublimation skills.

Finch, though, is just in shock. He is definitely pining for Reese, in a way he's never pined for anything, but he's just fundamentally convinced that that is a misuse of his time. Like thinking of Reese that way is... self-indulgent.

THEY'RE SO DAMAGED ugh

Re: FILL: all the things we don't talk about, Reese/Finch, 17/?

(Anonymous) 2013-06-30 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
ashflkaflka you have no idea how hard it is for me to compose a response that contains actual words and thoughts and not just keening because I mean okay yes Reese's entire life is built on tragedy and emptiness and the absence of all hope and Finch is, I don't know what Finch is, Finch is an enigma wrapped in HOW CAN YOU LOOK INTO REESE'S EYES AND NOT SEE THE ABSOLUTE DEVOTION SHINING BACK AT YOU

but then the part where Reese just actually doesn't even, like, it's not just that whatever Finch wants is by definition everything Reese could ask for -- as if that wasn't heartbreaking enough -- but that he's actually so good at rearranging things inside his head that it isn't even difficult?

and meanwhile Finch thinks that pining is a "misuse of his time" and I just. how is that so perfectly. Finch what are you, what does that even mean? but it's clearly so true, that is his exact tragic thought process, and I can't