Once inside the house it hit Finch, there was no room or storage places for John's stuff. He'd never anticipated sharing this house with anyone, stood in the bedroom looking around he quickly worked out where to keep the guns and all his ammunition but not clothes
"John we have a problem" Finch said
"what's that?" asked John appearing behind him with another bag
"I have no where to put your clothes" he paused "I never anticipated sharing this space with someone,uh John.. Its..."
Suddenly John was in front of him holding his face in his hands "Harold its fine, I don't need a lot of room, I can live out the bags till we sort space. All I ask is can I hang my jackets somewhere"
"you sure? I may need to buy more furniture"
John leant in and kissed him "its fine"
"thank you. Now I have a space for your guns and all that. I'll get the key" he kissed John
Finch walked to his study, John followed him through, he went through his bottom draw and found a small set of keys "here you go" said Finch turning to John,
He was stood at the door, Finch was confused
"I'm here as this is your room, I'll only come in when invited"
Finch smiled "come in" and John crossed the room "If the doors open your welcome to come in, its only if I close it"
"that's fine, I just don't want to start on the wrong foot"
"now you can have your own room, come with me" and he took John's hand.
Finch lead him out of the study and opposite was a door "your key Mr Reece" and he handed him the keys.
John looked at the keys and selected one, then opened the door, stepping inside Finch remained at the door, holding it open with his foot
"wow, h this is huge" said John
"and very empty, needs some furniture but we can sort that out later"
"come in" said John and he did "same rule for this room applies to your study"
"I'll need to get you a door stop then, this door never stays open. So you approve?"
"yes, thank you" and John grabbed him into his arms "I'm finally home"
"good. Shall we eat then I can look up some furniture?"
"sounds perfect. I can sort out my stuff in here, If that's OK?"
"fine, I'll move a small table from the study in here till we get you a table"
After dinner John sat in his room sorting his guns and Finch sat in the study on his laptop looking at furniture, he would run it all by John before he ordered any, it was their home now. Finch sat back in the chair, removed his glasses and rubbed his face, he was growing tired already
"you tired my love?" came Johns voice then two arms cake around his neck,
He rubbed them "yes, yes I am"
"come on then bed time" said John pulling back
Finch stood "I found some nice furniture online, we can look tomorrow, together"
"together? I get a say?" said John taking Finch's hands in his
"yes, this is our house now of course you get a say"
"I do love you" smiled John
In bed Finch lay with John snuggled into him asleep, he was thinking about lots of stuff and he realised for once a lot of it was positive. He was actually happy and life was good, he had all he wanted and more, all through the last person he ever thought he would be with. Finch smiled and soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep.