Finnick is glad that Angel stayed safe, and watched over the Inn while he was gone. He's also glad nothing happened to the Inn. Small victories. Well, there's also the big victory of defeating and redeeming a fallen star god, but somehow that doesn't really feel as important as all of Finnick's people being okay. It's just important insofar as... Triton is done with fucking shit up for his people (hopefully).
"Rough... Whole month, honestly." Finnick admits as he puts some pint glasses away.
"How are you doing?" He looks up and over at Angel.
He shrugged. "Not bad? Not much happened over this way while you were all out fightin." Could he have helped? Not... really. No demonic powers, no guns, no nothing useful to really aid in a crisis. Hence why he stayed at the inn and hoped it held.
"You wanna talk about it or should I just sit here and look pretty to distract you?"
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"Rough... Whole month, honestly." Finnick admits as he puts some pint glasses away.
"How are you doing?" He looks up and over at Angel.
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"You wanna talk about it or should I just sit here and look pretty to distract you?"