[ Finn watches Iris for a long moment, brow knitting together in belated understanding. A part of Finn -- the part that was probably going to come back with a vengeance when he tried to go to sleep later tonight -- cringes inwardly. Looking back on his words leading up to this moment of realization, it's impossible to not wince.
He could be such an airhead sometimes. ]
So... what did you do?
[ Almost as soon as he says it, Finn's shoulders tighten. What sounds compassionate and cool in his head comes out the exact opposite; prying and presumptuous. Hastily, he adds: ]
I mean, you don't have to tell me, I just... that kind of stuff, it sucks.
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He could be such an airhead sometimes. ]
So... what did you do?
[ Almost as soon as he says it, Finn's shoulders tighten. What sounds compassionate and cool in his head comes out the exact opposite; prying and presumptuous. Hastily, he adds: ]
I mean, you don't have to tell me, I just... that kind of stuff, it sucks.