Finn opened the door to his flat and gestured for Brody to go inside. Finn grimaced at the cups on the coffee table, and the plates stacked in the sink.
Brody hummed. “And you’re messy…”
“Messy when I’m not expecting company.” Finn corrected.
Brody turned, and moved closer. He gripped the hem of Finn’s T-shirt, and tugged at it. “Guess you’ll need help getting this off.”
Finn rolled his shoulder and winced. “I think you’re right.”
Brody lifted the wet T-shirt off carefully, but it hooked around Finn’s shoulders, and he needed to yank harder. Finn shivered, then flexed his bad arm. He grit his teeth and forced air through them before clutching his shoulder.
“How bad is it?”
Finn shook his head. “It aches, I pulled it.”
Brody lifted Finn’s hand away and pressed his lips to the sore s
