Finch laid on the bed snuggled up John who looked down on Finch and realised how much he loved and needed him.
"Finch?" he whispered.
"Yes?"
"Can I tell you something?" he asked snuggling into Finch's neck.
"Of course, what is it?"
"I love you." he said into his neck.
Finch moved back, "You what? Look at me, please."
John moved up; he couldn't read Finch's expression. "I said I love you."
Finch didn't smile; he remained stoic, "John... I... I'm..."
John put a finger to his lips, "I don't expect it back, and you don't need to justify it to me. It's fine. After today I just had to tell you before anything else happened to stop me." and he replaced his finger with his lips.
Finch pulled away, "John, I'm not justifying anything, I'm stunned but can you really love someone who can't pleasure you to the end?"
"Yes, it's not what we do that I love, it's your smiles, the way you touch me and how much you care that I love. You're an amazing man Harold Finch." John said before kissing him.
"I promised myself I would never love again," Finch paused, John held his breath, "but I love you." Finch finished and then kissed him back.
John settled back into Finch's neck and sighed; he felt perfectly at ease. He had Finch who knew he loved him and he loved him in return.