He'd just gotten back and was making his rounds. He'd had to stop by what he considered his home, with the brother he was comfortable shadowing. Or thought he had been. Things hadn't changed between them, they still bickered and argued and laughed just as they always had. Maybe it was him that had changed. He didn't feel changed though, he just had more answers to the questions he had left seeking. He'd called back to his sisters, they were shipping the rest of his clothing, he'd officially taken over Dav's living room and figured he'd find a job and get his own place. If he could ever hold one down that is. It was apparently tough for mechanics, owners were very particular about the people they hired and the type of work they did. Finn just wanted to get his hands dirty, roll them in some engine grease and oil and feel the metal beneath his fingers.

That's what he was up to now, he hadn't gone to school for it, he was just handy with tools and cars and used it to his advantage. He liked the manual labor, the thought that went behind every twist of the wrench and every part put back into place. When Dav had told Finn that their sister was moving here he wasn't sure what to think. He had missed her so much that he could overlook the fact that she would be by herself. But he didn't want to encroach on her blooming life, he never felt bad about bumming off his brothers couch, it was just something that happened. And honestly he wasn't sure if he'd be able to live being further then a stones throw from the other man. He was comforting, safe, and he never had to pretend. And he indulged his habits.

It hadn't taken him long to find the address that he'd been given, his first thought was to search the block and check things out. It seemed better then most (all) of the places he'd spent his nights in the past year. Nothing was run down or broken and there were plenty of people around. He heads inside the building, glancing down at the scrap piece of paper with the apartment number on it. He was outside the door in moments, listening to the faint music drifting through it.

He could knock, but he wouldn't. He never knocks, so why start now? He knew it was here; the delighted squeals coming through alerted him of that. He eased the door open, watching as she danced around the living room. "Didn't I teach you to dance or something?" He asks, pushing the door open and letting himself in and shutting it behind him.

"Miss me?"