[He could use a solid remedy right about now, and something about the idea of it (his arm only tensely bending where Hux's settles in for a second or two before it evens out) has him actually looking forward to dinner. Hux is good company-- respected company-- and Finn would be blind not to find at least a little satisfaction in the idea of being in demand when all he's done for months on end is work his fingers raw. It's recognition.
That, and he's actually hungry.] Hey, anything that works for a guy like you, I'll take it.
[The night air's cold across the tip of his nose and ears, but it's still pretty negligible this time of year. Light snow, nothing bad enough to hold up traffic or make walking an impossibility, which is good because he hasn't got a car to spare.
Unless Hux has a town car. The university sometimes provided them for special guests, and he's seen it once or twice. Still, it's not as if he goes around watching half of the inner campus workings, and he doesn't exactly expect it, either.]
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That, and he's actually hungry.] Hey, anything that works for a guy like you, I'll take it.
[The night air's cold across the tip of his nose and ears, but it's still pretty negligible this time of year. Light snow, nothing bad enough to hold up traffic or make walking an impossibility, which is good because he hasn't got a car to spare.
Unless Hux has a town car. The university sometimes provided them for special guests, and he's seen it once or twice. Still, it's not as if he goes around watching half of the inner campus workings, and he doesn't exactly expect it, either.]