Re: Abigail, Finn Collins and probably open
Finn slipped her hand up onto his shoulder, and flipped his over. "They're rough, and a little burned. I don't know if I'd define them as nice." Though what he'd like to do with those fingers entered his mind for a split moment, before he dropped his hand down to her hip. "Been working with them most of my life." It was only in coming here that he was doing something with them that wasn't work. "Except when I was jailed."