The night came and went as a deep sea of unconsciousness and rest to where Finn hadn't woken once. Tossed and turned perhaps, but as soon as his ginger lashes had shut he was gone in a separate world. Sleep was something to be celebrated, especially now that he had a bed and a few thick sheets to keep him warm, something he would miss in secret when he was on his own again and terrorizing towns like his recent glory days. That was if his crew hadn't deserted him for good. It was an annoyance that would come morning and would welcome every sort of plan for rebuke by Finn should he have any inclination that his former team left for good. For now, he was occupied lest a gun-bearing team of wicked angels come to his aid. 

But by the first crack of morning light Finn was awake as could be, regrettably recharged for Eli and regrettably gunless for Finn. He groaned audibly as soon as the reality sunk in, but was quick to shake off the begrudged attitude in search of better pleasures: namely food. All while Eli slept did he mosey about, familiarizing himself here and there again now that the light was fresh, and he'd even gotten his hands on a washbasin to clear off what grime had clung onto him and worsened overnight. Satisfactory enough to Eli, the redhead could only assume, he'd even taken it upon himself to dunk his hair as a finality. It wasn't swimming in the cool waters of a lake, or a steaming bath, but it'd do. Hearing the ceiling creak and groan, Finn could only assume his most unfortunate priest to have woken for good, and judging by the hasty banging of feet he knew that Eli must already be spooked. In a meandering pace, Finn climbed the stairs, clad only in pants and yet mannerly better than just undergarments, then meeting Eli in all of his bed head glory. 

"Miss me so bad you had ta jump right outta bed for me?" The wicked grin made a full comeback that morning. His bare back rest against the corner where the wall met the top of the stairs, rolling against his back like an animal scratching upon a post. Two long arms crossed themselves lazily over a speckled chest, not the most proper stance, albeit a clean one.