He woke with a start. For a few seconds he just lay there, his mind slowly drifting back into consciousness, trying to figure out what had woken him up. He glanced to one side and paused; the other side of the bed was empty.
"Finn...?" he mumbled, still somewhat sleepy. No reply... he waited for a couple more seconds, then threw the numerous covers off him and pulled himself out of bed, padding out of the bedroom to search for his bedmate. "Finn?" he tried again, a bit louder this time. "Finn, are you.." he cut off, noticing dim light coming from the other room.

The light, it transpired, was coming from the TV; it was switched on, but no noise was coming from it. Sitting on the sofa in front of it was a tall figure, silhouetted by the television.
"Finn, what're you doing?" he asked, coming up behind the sofa. The figure jumped slightly, then turned to face him.
"Oh, Chuckles..." he looked tired, this close up. "You, uh, you surprised me." As usual, his voice jumped in pitch slightly on the last syllable. "I'm just.. I mean, I couldn't sleep, y'know? So I thought... well, I didn't wanna wake you up? So I came out here.. b-but I, uh, the noise would wake you up, so-"
Chuckles exhaled. He wasn't surprised, really; it was hardly the first time the other cat hadn't been able to sleep. First time he'd done this, though. Or at least, the first time Chuckles had caught him at it. He wondered how often this had happened before they'd met, how many sleepless nights...

He shook his head. "It's okay, I don't..." he trailed off again; he couldn't honestly say he wouldn't have been bothered by any noise. He tried again. "You could've just woken me up. It's alright, honestly..."
"...But you've got work in the morning."
There it was again. Every so often, Finn would say something, do something, that'd cause Chuckles to be hit with a rush of affection for him. Something that showed how much Finn truly cared for him... something that made Chuckles fall even more for him, in spite of how he felt about the concept of- well- of being in love with him. It was wrong, he knew that, he'd been told that so many times over the years, taught that boys liked girls, and anything else was just...
But he couldn't help it. This man in front of him, he was a good person... sure he had his flaws, he'd made mistakes, but who hadn't? It wasn't really his fault things had turned out the way they had. He'd tried to fix things...

He was still trying. He loved Chuckles. And...

"Oh, Finn," Chuckles managed to say, eventually, smiling despite how tired he was, how worried he was about his lover. "Come on... come back to bed."
Finn blinked. "B-but," he started.
"Please?"
"A, alright."