#finnegan o'connor: 003.

[mayaswollman]

STARTER FOR: @finnoconnor​ LOCATION: Out and about around Olympus. SETTING: Late afternoon.

In truth, Maya was starting to really like Finn. While she’s not quite brave enough to openly call him a friend, she at least considers him to be a worthy acquaintance. She silently hopes he feels the same, especially since he was now the only person who knew the true nature of her current situation with Matthew. 

The man doesn’t pry either. He doesn’t attempt to peel back her scalp and dig through her brain in the way that she assumes most would upon knowing what she’s going through. So, she appreciates him. More than he’ll ever know.

But now it seems as though the tables have turned. Finn has shut off. Or perhaps he’s flipped a mental switch and was now on autopilot. Maya can tell. They didn’t talk much on their walks together, but this time the silence is deafening. Especially now that Finn didn’t have a place to call home. A sigh escapes her, brown eyes averting from where they rested on her running shoes and looking towards Finn, “Hey, what do you say we scope out some places? Maybe crash some open houses? They always have little snacks at the front, so if you don’t like the place, at least we get a snack.”