"Says that its not real damage, just something needs to be re-connected or something like that."

"Huh..." Strange. Raphael had heard of some weird things over the years, and seen some weird things too, but the way that Finnley phrased that almost made it sound robotic - like people were just wires and cables that clicked together. Raphael grinned. "You almost sound like a cyborg saying that." There was nothing wrong with enjoying a bit of sci-fi here and there, but it was better when you could relate it to real life, even if just as a joke. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what's holding you back from getting it done?" Sure, the idea of surgery was probably enough to freak anyone out, but surely the end results were worth it, right? Then again, head surgery... the doctors probably gave him a list a mile long of possible scenarios. Perhaps it was just the 'what if it doesn't work?' thought... Getting worked up to believe you're going to come out 'fixed' just to be told it failed would probably crush anybody... So many possibilities.

Finnley just lifted a brow at saying he sounded like a sic-fi movie, just saying what the doctors did. He was going to elaborate on just what was to be reconnected since it consisted of nerves and his brain tissue, but he was asked another question he wasn't expecting. He blinked at first, trying to figure out if he had read that right. He wasn't really asked that question, but then again he was never really asked about just what was the cause of his lack of hearing. he looked away for a moment, knowing it was rude and he wouldn't be able to understand what was said if he couldn't watch Raphael's lips, but as he talked he didn't care too much.
"At first it was because we couldn't come close to affording it. These days though...I'm not sure. I'm used to being like this but at the same time I would like to hear human voices again. I can hardly remember what my mum sounds like anymore..."
this was bad, very bad in the sense that Finnley was never one to let himself get depressed. He knew he'd have to shake this off, but it was only natural for someone so young to be so afraid of change after all this time, along with the fact that the operation could even kill him, but he didn't want people to know or to dwell on that fact.

As soon as he asked it he sort of wished he didn't, because the mood seemed to drop. Finnley looked away as he answered and even Raphael, who wasn't always the most attentive, could tell how reflective he sounded, as if his mind wasn't quite here in that moment. For a moment Raphael said nothing, knowing that it would be pointless to say anything while Finnley was looking away anyway. Eventually, he placed a hand on the other guy's shoulder. "Time for a new topic, eh? How 'bout a drink? Something stronger than that." He motioned to the drink that Finnley had in front of him. Perhaps it wasn't the best response, but Raphael strongly believe that alcohol was a cure all.

finnley looked back up when his shoulder was touched, blinking at him for a moment before reading what he was saying. He wasn't too sure that was the best idea, but he could use something to be a bit more of a distraction. he seemed to be pepping up already, pushing away the negative thoughts that he just wouldn't allow to clutter up his mind.
"Just no trying to start a drinking contest alright? Not too many people like to be shown up by an irishman."
He was starting to chuckle then, just thinking of how he had whiskey drinking contests with family back home. He could remember drinking til his cousins were on the floor and he was just barely still in his chair, but then again his cousins were considered feather weights when it came to drinking around his old home.

"Just no trying to start a drinking contest alright? Not too many people like to be shown up by an irishman."

Raphael grinned. "As much as I love a contest, I don't think getting wasted on day one will be the best idea. I need to pick up some stuff from my new landlord when I get back." Turning up three sheets to the wind was hardly making a good impression when he'd only just got the place, and it was probably still soon enough that the guy could tell him to move along and forget about it, and that wasn't what he wanted. He could be sensible for... a few days. At least until the weekend.

"Any preference?" There was enough choice of booze, and so long as it was alcoholic, Raphael didn't care what he had.

Finnley watched the man grin, glad this was turning into a different direction. He didn't need to be glum or moody about his situation, he just needed bright smiles and laughter right now. He lip read Raphael even turning down a drinking contest, glad they were on the same page about that. He wasn't too sure his mum would be too happy if he came home rather wasted and that was a woman he didn't like to cross. He looked towards the bar to see just what they had, blue eyes looking at the bottles before speaking up calmly to the bar keep.
"shot of whiskey please."
He was given a nod before getting said shot. He gave a smile, knowing this was going to go down a bit sharper than any beer. He normally stayed away from strong drinks, just for the sake of things as he was quick to down the shot. He didn't make a face or anything, but he did chuckle from the slight sting in his throat. He could only hope this didn't turn into a long night.

Raphael waited until Finnley decided what drink he wanted, and signaled for the bartended to get two of them, not just one. If they were going for shots of something strong there was no point doing it alone. And as far as Raphael was concerned, alcohol was alcohol regardless of the time or situation.
He watched as Finnley downed his in one and grinned. "That's the best way to do it. I never understand these people who make a shot last for an hour." Why you'd want to take little sips of a shot he didn't know. It seemed to defeat the whole point to him. If you wanted to make it last, mix it with a soft drink or something, don't just sit with a single shot for ages. He quickly lifted his own shot and downed it, letting the harsh liquid burn his throat.

Finnley looked back over at Raphael when he finished the shot, reading lips before chuckling. He had never understood such a behavior himself, but he cave from a family that drinking was quite common and at times turned into a game or contest. He don't have plans to drink much more, knowing he still needed to get home.
"I don't get that too much either. I can remember having one aunt that was like that and half of us just stare when she drinks whiskey and sips it like wine, she was a strange one."
He chuckled a bit louder, not really watching his volume too much now that he was abit more comfortable. He just hoped he wouldn't get too loud or someone would at least correct him kindly

"Now there's a thought. A nice sized wine glass full of whiskey." Personally, he wasn't a wine fan. Well, he'd drink it if that was all that was going, but he generally wasn't a fan of it. Alcohol was alcohol, but wine was pushing his limits. "They should serve it like that. These little shots they do hardly seem worth it. What are you supposed to do with 25ml?" 

Fiddling with the little glass for a moment, Raphael finally shoved it away from him. One drink was enough for him or he wouldn't stop. "So what's there t-" He realized what he was doing and shook his head sharply, before looking in Finnley's direction. Talking down at his glass wasn't helping any. "I mean, what's there to do around here. Aside from this place." A place he'd visit often, he was sure, but he was curious to what else was around, too.

Finnley couldn't help to give a bit of a louder laugh than indoors would like at the comment on the whiskey being served in wine glasses. He felt the stares for a moment, looking apologetic to the others in the bar while signing lowly that he was in fact sorry. He said it aloud too though, making sure to keep his volume softer this time. Blue eyes looked over at Raphael but looked a little confused. He could see the man was speaking from how his jaw was moving, but due to facing away from Finnley, he couldn't understand anything. He gave a kind smile when he watched Raphael catch himself with what he was doing, reading lips when the other was facing him again.
"I like the park, lets me practice soccer and teach some of the younger kids when they choose to work with me. I don't really see you as a park person though. Other than that place though, I'm not sure what all there is to do."
He was still pretty calm, almost debating on asking if Raphael played any sports. Finnley loved the two he did play, the running in soccer burning up his hyperness and the kick boxing getting rid of his stress of his handicap. He kept the question to himself though, keeping his focus on lips to read anymore that could be said.