Fin had made a habit of isolating himself in New York, with one exception, and it felt almost like a relief to be touched again by someone familiar. It was soothing, pulling him out of the deep well of misery he'd let himself tumble into. ...Well, at least for the night anyway.

His own hands came to rest gently on Greg's chest, and he exhaled softly as he broke the kiss and brushed away all the dark and miserable thoughts and feelings that threatened to creep back up on him. It gave him a beat to centre himself before leaning back in and nuzzling at the other man's jaw.