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Billy is kidnapped on the 30th of September, a week exactly after Griffin is was kidnapped. It’s Saturday now, so Finney has (including today) four days to find out how to save Billy from getting kidnapped, and then one faithful day to execute his probably really bad, not very reliable plan. Finney is still at Robin’s house, but he knows he has to go back to the house soon. Gwen said that she was going to be back around 12 pm. It was currently 9 am and he and Robin had still yet to get out of bed. Finney liked being like this, wrapped up in blankets and Robin’s arms, still in a sleep-like headspace. Unfortunately, he knew that they had to get up soon, seeing as there was most definitely still a bunch of broken glass on the ground floor of the kitchen from when the man had thrown the empty glass vase at him. There was probably a bit of blood on the floor, too, from when the man had kicked him in the head. Finney’s just grateful that he doesn’t have a concussion or anything.
That
would be bad. Finney weighed out his options. Either stay in bed with his best friend in the whole wide world, leaving Gwen to be at the house by herself and eventually notice the broken glass and blood, causing her to worry, or, he could get up, go home, clean everything up, and be there for Gwen when she got back, leaving her with nothing to worry about. It was clear what his choice was going to be.
Very carefully, Finney maneuvered himself out of Robin’s (surprisingly strong) hold ( whyisthatkindofhotwhyisthatkindofhotwhyisthatkindofhotwhyisthatkindof -). He, as quietly as he could, tried to make his way to the bathroom. Key word: tried. He quickly found, that just like yesterday, his body was not willing to abide by his wishes to just stand the fuck up . He took a deep breath; what was he on his period or something? There is absolutely no need to get so upset about this. It’s just the aftermath of a beating. He’s gone through this plenty of times before, why is he getting all pissy now? Whatever, it doesn’t really matter (it kind of does, he doesn’t want to accidentally be a bitch for no reason), right now he’s just going to, slowly , get up and go to the bathroom so that he can make sure he doesn’t look like absolute death when Robin wakes up. He doesn’t want him to get concerned. And besides, he can’t afford for Robin to persuade him to go back to sleep like he did last time. He just can’t.
Finally, Finney is able to make it so that he’s standing up, and of course, they just had to fall asleep in the attic! Finney is going to kill himself; he swears. If he can barely even stand up , how could he possibly make it down a, very unnecessarily steep, staircase?! Whatever, he’ll just have to suck it up and stop being a baby. It’s quite pathetic, really, that he can’t even bend over without almost crying out in pain. God, he’s such a baby!
Eventually, after multiple breaks, Finney finally made it down the staircase and into the bathroom. Hm, he doesn’t look… too bad. Weird. He usually looks like absolute shit. Well, he guesses that’s what actually getting a good night's sleep does to you. You end up actually well rested and not feeling like the world is absolutely going to end just because you’re a bit tired.
Finney took his time in the bathroom to think about Robin. About how he makes him feel. It’s kind of frustrating, now that he thinks about it. All Robin does is sit there, and his heart feels like it’s going a thousand miles per hour and as if his stomach is doing backflips. All Robin has to do is laugh and look at him, and suddenly he’s head over heels, swooning as much as someone can swoon. Robin makes him nervous, sometimes, when he gets real close, when he whispers in his ear, but a good kind of nervous. Finney doesn’t know if that’s a thing, a “ good kind of nervous”, but he assumes that it is now. And the worst part about all of this is the fact that Robin will never feel the same way. Robin’s palms will never get sweaty when thinking about asking Finn for something, his heart will never pound in his chest when they get particularly close the way Finney’s does, and his stomach will never feel as if it’s doing backflips whenever he looks at him. Robin will never love Finney the way that Finney loves Robin. I mean, if his own ‘father’ can’t love him, then why would Robin? Why would anyone?
Finney is suddenly hit with the overwhelming need to cry. He doesn’t know why, it’s not like he didn’t know all of this before. He feels a tear slip down his cheek, and then another, and then one more. Next thing he knows, there are tears falling non-stop, no matter how hard he wipes at his eyes, no matter how many times he scrubs his face. He’s such a crybaby. Crying isn’t going to magically fix all his problems. It’s not going to make the man be his father again, it’s not going to save all the boys for him, it’s not going to erase his own memories of the basement, and it is not going to make Robin love him the way that he loves Robin. Crying is not going to solve anything, so then what’s the point? What’s the point of sitting here, wallowing in his own pool of self-pity and doubt, when it’s not going to do anything for him? What’s the point?
Quite the question, isn’t it? What’s the point? Finney can ask that about a lot of things. What’s the point of going to school when he has no future anyways? What’s the point of eating breakfast when he can just eat something at school? What’s the point of the universe giving him another chance when he’s already gone through hell and back? What’s the point of making him save the boys after he’s already seen them dead, talked to their lifeless voices over a stupid, broken phone? What’s the point?
Finney figures that there are perfectly good answers to all of these questions, but he, quite frankly, does not care. He kind of just wants to be sad right now, is that such a crime? For some reason he doesn't want to be cheered up, he kind of just wants to wallow in his own pit of self-despair. He doesn’t know why, but he’s just in a sad mood right now, and he kind of doesn’t want to be brought out of it. He’s sure that the second he sees Robin he'll be right back into the right headspace (is his normal headspace a right one, though?) and smiling once again, but can’t he just indulge in his own awful, depressing thoughts for a bit?
Apparently, no, he cannot, because not even a minute later, he heard someone knock on the door.
“Finn, are you in there?” Robin asked, sounding very concerned. Finney must have made him worry by leaving without telling him. He cringed; he didn’t mean to make Robin worried.
“Yeah, sorry. I’ll be out in a sec.”
“No, no, it’s okay, take as long as you need. I just got…kind of worried, is all. I woke up and you weren’t there, I didn’t know where you went.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Finney said, opening the door slightly, not quite sure if he wanted to be suddenly snapped out of his morning blues just yet.
Turns out, it doesn’t quite matter what he wanted, because as soon as the door was even the slightest bit open, Robin grabbed the doorknob, wrenching the door open and enveloped Finney in possibly the biggest hug he’s ever been given. It took a few seconds, but eventually Robin pulled away, much to his disappointment.
“Sorry,” Robin apologized, almost embarrassed. “I just…I don’t know. Something just feels…wrong this morning. Do you know what I mean? I just felt like…you needed that. I needed that. Come on, let's go get breakfast.” Despite Robin’s tendency to move from one thing to another within the blink of an eye in conversation, Finney did know what he meant. This morning does feel a bit…wrong, but he doesn’t know what could possibly happen. The man might be at the house sometime today, but that was a very, very, very big ‘might’. But, other than that, he really doesn’t know what else could possibly happen And, to be honest, he really did need that hug. Finally, he was out of his morning blues, he doesn't know why he would ever want to be stuck with his depressing, pathetic thoughts, all alone by himself. He’s such a weirdo.
He and Robin ate breakfast in silence, just enjoying each other's company. Robin’s mother wouldn’t be awake until at least 10 am. Finney didn’t know why, but she seems to like to sleep in as much as she can whenever possible. Well, he does know why, actually. Before all of… that happened, Finney used to love sleeping. He would whine whenever he had to get out of bed, sleep in until the absolute last minute possible, complaining all day to Robin about how he missed his bed and couldn’t wait to get back home, where there would be no one to interrupt his long naps. Now though? Finney hates sleeping, despises it, even. It seems that every time he closes his eyes, he’s left with images of the basement, of undercooked, cold, soggy scrambled eggs, of blood and dirt-stained walls of possibly the coldest place he’s ever had the unfortunate opportunity to be in. Images of it , its mask that always seemed to only cover half of its face, unless it was really mad. Then it would wear a mask that covered all of its face. Images of his boy's bloody, mangled, and deformed dead bodies, begging him to do something, anything that wasn’t just sitting on the ground or the mattress, slowly rotting away until there was nothing even left for The Grabber to take from him. Needless to say, Finney hates sleeping. The only time that he seemed to get a peaceful, nice, full night of unbothered sleep was when he was with Robin. He wonders why. (And look at him, being so silly to say that he doesn’t know why he’s getting good sleep whenever he’s with his best friend in the whole entire world! Finney wants them to be more than that, but he knows that Robin would never. He wishes he would, though.)
Finney was snapped out of his thoughts by something lightly tapping his shoulder. “Finn, you okay?” Oh, it was Robin.
Finney smiled. “Of course, I am! Why wouldn’t I be?”
“...Well… maybe because you’ve just been staring and lightly picking around at your waffles, that you love so much, by the way, for the whole time we’ve been sitting here. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Finney decided to take a second to just appreciate how much Robin cares for him. Without Robin, Finney definitely would have died already, whether by his own…actions, or someone else’s, he’s not sure he wants the honest answer to.
He smiles. “Really Robin, I am. I promise.” He even took a bite of his waffles to prove it.
Robin sighed. “Okay then. Just…promise to tell me if you’re not okay? Promise?”
Once again, Finney could do nothing but play along. Sometimes doing this makes him feel bad, agreeing with Robin. Sometimes he’s scared that he won't be able to live up to his word and break his promise, making Robin mad. Well, probably not mad, but rather upset. He doesn’t think Robin could get truly mad at him. It’s that thought alone that helped him make his decision.
“Of course.”
“I wanna hear you say it, Finn. Please.”
“I promise.”
“To what?”
“To tell you if I’m not okay.”
Robin took his hand and linked their fingers together. He smiled up softly at him. “Thank you.” He said, just looking at him for a second. He seemed to almost be in a trance, just looking at Finney. Is it just him, or is Robin’s face slowly inching closer and closer to his own? (Surely, he’s just crazy, I mean, why would Robin ever want to kiss him? )
After a few seconds, Robin seemed to clock back into reality, and (much to his dismay) pulled away from Finney, looking slightly embarrassed.
“Sorry.” He said, although Finney didn’t quite know what he was sorry for. He certainly doesn’t have any complaints.
Finney decided to play dumb, purely out of pity, mostly. “For what?” He asked innocently.
Robin sighed. “Nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s just finish up eating, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
It is now 10 a.m., and Finney is kind of starting to regret not taking up the offer of just staying at Robin’s for the rest of the day. It seems that the man must have come to visit at some time yesterday and gotten mad that he wasn’t here, if the broken bottles on the ground and the tipped over dining room table and chairs had anything to say about it. He hasn’t checked how his room must look. He’s not sure if he wants to.
Finney decides that he’ll just start by cleaning up all of the broken glass that now lays discarded on the floor. It seems to be mainly in the living room, all around the man’s chair. He scoffed. The man must have fallen asleep in his chair holding a beer or something. Finney’s just glad that it seemed to be empty, judging by the absence of any awful smells coming from the already dirty and stained carpet. He has about an hour to clean everything up, thirty minutes to walk to the nearest grocery store, buy something with what little money he has to make lunch with, walk back home, and then make it in time for Gwen for when she gets back from Suzie’s house. Yeah…he can do this…probably. Maybe. Whatever! If he wants to be on time, then he better start now.
It actually only took half an hour to pick everything up, even with the mystery mess in his room that he was saving for the very last. Maybe he should give himself more credit, he’s clearly more capable than he dared to believe. This just means that he now has extra time to go get something from the grocery store. The nearest one was only about five minutes away by car, so he should be able to get there within 15-25 minutes. Finney honestly doesn't really know, but he can walk fast enough when he wants to.
As Finney pulls on his sneakers, he’s finally realizing just how run down and dirty they are. He’s had this pair for about two years now, he doesn’t know how they still fit. The soul of his, rather pathetic, pair of Converse is basically completely torn off from the rest of the shoe (okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but hey, it’s still pretty bad. He’s had to re-duct tape them twice now). They’re as dirt and mud stained as something can get, and there’s a hole right near the top of them. Just another thing to add to the never-ending list of things that he needs to get something more of. Currently, that list contains several light bulbs, food, a shower head, notebooks, makeup for Gwen, a new carpet, and now, shoes. Finney can only hope that he gets the job at the Cafe and eventually makes enough money to buy all of these things. For now, though, he’ll just have to live off of his, rather meager, hidden stash of money that he keeps in a box far underneath his bed that you can only reach if you use a clothing hanger to reach for it.
Maybe I’ll even save up enough to move to France one day. Finney muses as he starts his, hopefully not too long, walk to the store. Thank God it’s a nice day outside. T-shirt weather and everything. At least now I won’t freeze.
For the entirety of his walk, all Finney is capable of doing is thinking about how something just feels… off about today. He’s checked over his shoulder multiple times now, making sure that no black van or mysterious monster was lurking in the shadows, trying to catch him by surprise. He’s texted Billy, Griffin, Robin, and Gwen about five times now, asking them what they’re doing, if they’re okay, what they plan on doing. All he can think about is how something bad is going to happen and there is nothing he can do about it. It makes him feel helpless and out of control, the exact two things that Finney hates feeling the most. It makes him want to crawl out of his skin, it makes him want to fall to the ground and cry until he physically can’t anymore. It makes him want to scream at the top of his lungs, and it makes him want to cower in a corner silently until the feeling passes. Unfortunately, life doesn't stop just because he’s having a bad day, and Finney needs to continue to be a functioning human (well, about as functioning as he can be) for Gwen. If he doesn’t take care of her, then who will? (That’s a stupid question, she doesn’t need him, she has Suzie and Suzie’s mother and all of her friends who would be more than happy to help her. She doesn’t need him.)
What a terrifying thing to think; Gwen not needing him. For years, it’s the only thing he’s ever been completely sure of. The man definitely wasn’t going to take care of her, so if he didn’t, then who would? But then Suzie came along. Now, don’t get him wrong, Finney loves Suzie. He thinks that she’s exactly what Gwen needs, but that’s also kind of the problem. If Gwen has Suzie, then she doesn’t need her brother to take care of her anymore, so where does that leave him? If Finney isn’t meant to take care of Gwen and watch over her, then what else is he supposed to do? For years it’s all he’s ever known, it’s not fair to just suddenly rip it all away from him!
Finney takes a breath; he definitely needs to just calm the fuck down! Look at him, getting all worked up and upset about his sister being safe and being taken care of. What a beautiful picture that paints him as. And besides, there is something else that Finney is meant to do, he supposes. Save his boys. He isn’t ashamed to say it anymore, because they are his boys. The universe decided to give him a second chance to save them, even after seeing them at their literal worst. Come on, they were dead, it can’t get much worse than that. He was the one who was chosen to save everyone. Not Griffin, not Billy, not Vance, Bruce, and not Robin. Him. If that doesn’t say something, then Finney doesn’t know what will.
They are his boys.
No one can change his mind.
Finney and Gwen were now eating a very poorly made homemade pizza for lunch in the living room right in front of the TV. They ate in silence, The only sound being their chewing and the soft background noise of whatever show was currently playing. There seemed to be a somber mood hanging in the air, Finney’s just waiting for Gwen to tell him why.
Finally, it seemed that Gwen had enough of her stalling. “Finney?” She said, abruptly.
“Yeah?” Even though he’s pretty sure he knows what she’s about to say, he’ll let her tell him herself.
“I’m leaving.” Way to get to the point, I guess.
“I know.” He saw her nearly empty room when he was cleaning up earlier. All he wanted to do was make sure that the man didn’t mess up her room in his rage, but at least now he knows why today was feeling so off. Gwen’s leaving. For good.
His sister looked almost ashamed, he didn’t mean to make her feel bad or anything. “Oh.” She said, awkwardly turning back to face the TV. “I just…I wanted to be the one who told you.”
“You were. The only reason I only knew is because I was cleaning today and I just looked into your room really quickly to see if anything needed cleaning, but I guess you’ve already taken care of that.” Finney said, pursing his lips to try to stop his oncoming onslaught of tears.
“Is…are you…I’m sorry, Finney.”
“Why are you sorry, Gwenny? You’re getting out. That’s nothing to be sorry about.”
Gwen sighed. “But…aren’t you mad or something?” Finney looked over, surprised that she would even suggest something like that. Oh. She’s crying. He put his arm around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. “I mean, I’m leaving you here, alone, and with…with him, so why aren’t you mad?” Now she’s only crying even harder.
“I’m not mad at you, Gwen. I would never be mad at you for this. You’re doing what you have to. This is what makes you safe. I’m not mad Gwen, I’m happy. Maybe not at this moment, because you’re leaving, you’re leaving and I don’t know what to do, but I’m happy that you’re getting away. I’m happy that at least one of us can.” Finney felt a tear roll down his cheek.
“But what about you?” Gwen sobbed. “Now you’re all alone.”
At this point, they had both fully wrapped their arms around each other, suffocating the other in a bone-crushing hug. “I’m not alone.” Finney whispered to her. “Just because you’re…leaving, it doesn’t mean that I’m alone.” Unfortunately, words can only mean so much.
“But you’re alone with him, Finney.”
He pet her hair. “That doesn’t quite matter, he’s barely ever home anyways. It’s okay, Gwenny. I’ll just go to Robin’s or something if anything happens, okay?”
“Promise?” Shit, he really needs to stop promising to do things he’s not sure he’ll be able to.
“I promise.” Finney cringes internally, that’s twice now in one day.
They had stopped crying a bit ago, but neither wanted to let go of the other, so, here they are, wrapped up as a pile of limbs on the ground. Finney decides to risk it.
“When are you leaving?”
Gwen picked at her fingers. “I told Suzie’s mom to pick me up around 5. I…I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you.”
Finney smiled softly. “Okay, what do you want to do then?”
Gwen shrugged. “Maybe we could, I don’t know…go to the park?” She said hopefully.
“Yeah, the park. Come on, let’s go.” He said, getting up and holding out his hand to help her out.
As he and Gwen made their way over to the park, Finney could do nothing but think about what was going to happen now. Gwen’s gone, so now he doesn’t ever really have to be at the house anymore. What was he supposed to do now? Even though Gwen was barely ever home anyways, this felt different somehow. Now there was no wondering if Gwen was going to be home, now there was no making sure that there was food in the fridge for her, and now, there was going to be no little sister in the room right next to his. There was no best friend to turn to whenever he needed her, there was no checking in and making sure that the man hadn’t bothered her at all. It bothered Finney. He had gotten so used to the routine of checking in on Gwen, making sure she had food to eat, knowing where she is, and knowing that she’s okay. Now it would be different. So different that Finney doesn’t know if he’ll be able to handle it. He guesses he’ll have to.
Finney and Gwen had spent the rest of their afternoon out and about, returning home around 4 pm. Currently, Gwen is giving him a makeover.
“Just sit still, Finney!”
“I’m sorry, it tickles!”
“It’s not that bad.”
Finney rolls his eyes. “What do you want for dinner?”
“What do we have?”
“Uh…I got some pasta when I went to the store earlier. Do you want that?”
“Alfredo?”
“If you want.”
“Thanks…I didn’t want to ruin our fun day out earlier, but…” She sighed and put her makeup brush down. “Finney, what happened to your fingers?” Right. They were broken. He kind of forgot about that. But, come on, can you really blame him? He was busy making sure that he and Gwen had a nice day together before she left.
He pursued his lips and-oh! Would you look at that? This carpet is very, um…carpeting today, yeah! I mean, the textures are just so good and interesting and-
“Oh. Did you at least get help, then. Please tell me you got help, Finney. This is too much, even for you.”
“Don’t worry Gwenny, I did. I called Robin. I spent the day with them and everything.”
“Good.” She hugged him. “Now, let’s go make dinner, after I take a pic first, obviously.” Gwen said, quickly pulling out her phone and taking a picture. “Here.” She said, showing her phone to her brother.
He cringes. “It’s not…too…bad…?”
Gwen scoffed. Then there was a knock on the door. Finney looked at the time. Oh. It was 5 already.
“I’ll get it.” Gwen said softly.
“Wait.” She stopped for a second. Just enough time for him to pull her into one last hug before she left. “I love you, Gwen.”
She sniffed. “I love you too, Finney.”
He kissed her forehead. “Bye, Gwenny.” He said, pulling away.
“Goodbye, Finney.” She said, teary.
And all he could do was was watch her as she walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door.
And now she’s gone. For good. No more coming back.
Finney finds that he can’t do anything, now that he watched her go. He can only stand there, at the top of the staircase as tears fall down his cheeks, hitting the floor with no sound. He can only stand there as Suzie’s mother drives off with his little sister in her car, taking her somewhere where she won’t have to constantly look over her shoulder. All he can do is stand there as minutes, possibly even hours pass, the entire world crumbling down around him as the reality of it all finally hits him. All he can do is stand there and cry.
No. He decides. Robin and his mother will be here soon to pick him up for his and Robin’s weekly stargazing session. He looks at the time, how is it 5:30 already?! Finney decides that he needs to look at least somewhat presentable, as if his heart wasn’t just completely broken into a thousand pieces that could possibly never be put back together again. He makes his way over to the bathroom in the eerie silence of this nearly empty house. He really does look absolutely ridiculous. He scrubs at his face until there’s nothing left to scrub at, and then some more. The next thing he needs to do is make it look like he wasn’t just crying for half an hour.
Finney had seen videos of people, mostly girls, if he’s being honest, on TikTok putting ice cold water against their eyes using spoons to make it look like they weren’t just absolutely sobbing their hearts out. It can’t really hurt to try, can it?
Turns out, getting water as ice cold that girls have in their Tiktoks is a lot harder said than done. So, Finney is now left to just sit there and hope that his red, puffy eyes go away soon and that he looks semi-normal when they come to pick him up.
He doesn’t want them to worry. (
Who is he kidding? He likes it when they worry. It makes him feel special. Wanted.)
He and Robin are now laid out on their backs on the cold grass of Robin’s backyard, watching the sunset hand in hand. When Finney had asked why Robin had initially only just linked their pinkies together, Robin said something along the lines of “you just look like you need someone to hold your hand”. He was right, of course, so then Finney had continued to grab hold of Robin’s wrist, which then resulted in them ultimately just holding hands like any other normal person would.
“The sunset is just so…pretty today.” Finney mused. “Like, it’s always pretty, but it’s extra pretty today.”
“You know what else is pretty?”
Finney sighed.“Don’t say that, Robin.”
Robin’s eyebrows furrowed, not that Finney could see it. He was too busy staring at the sky. “Say what?”
“Don’t say things that you don’t mean.”
Robin rolled over onto his side so that he was facing Finney. He pushed a piece of his hair away from his face, his fingers trailing down the other boy’s arm once he was done. “But I do mean it. More than anything I’ve ever meant.”
Finney rolled over so that he was facing Robin. “Why?” He asked.
“Why what?” Robin asked back, his eyes roaming over Finney’s figure. He doesn’t know what it is, but something about this moment, his best friend just looks so…beautiful, angelic, even. He always looks like that, Robin can never seem to take his eyes off him, but for some reason right now is when his mind decided to stop and appreciate it all.
“Just…why? Why me? Why now? Why?”
“You’ve always been pretty, Finn. I have always adored you. I always will.”
“I love you, Robin.” Finney said, lightly tracing the side of Robin’s cheek with his fingers.
Robin scooched even closer to Finney, close enough that he could kiss him if he wanted to. (Does he want to?) “And I love you, Finn.” They just stared at each other for a few seconds, it was really making Finney’s stomach do that thing where it gets all excited and starts jumping around and everything.
Screw it. Finney decided. In one quick second, Finney closed the gap between him and his best friend and kissed him. It wasn’t anything hard, or forceful, or anything, and it was very clear that Finney was giving Robin to push him away if he wanted to. But, much to his surprise, he didn’t.
Finney fully expected Robin to push away from him and call him a freak or something. To push away from him and yell at him about how he wasn’t like that, that he’s not a fag , and say how he never wanted to hang out with Finney ever again. Finney was fully expecting a second heartbreak today, but he didn’t get one. If anything, Robin just kissed him back harder.
After a few seconds, they both pulled away. All they could do was just look at each other, smiling like complete idiots.
“Hey Finn?” Robin giggled.
“Yeah, Robin?” He giggled back.
“I love youuuu.” Robin drawled out, immediately breaking out into a fit of laughter, only making Finney laugh too.
“Why is this so funny?” He managed out between giggles.
“I don’t know! Maybe because we’re…in love?” Robin whispered. “¡Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero!” He teased.
They sat outside until the first star of the night appeared, and they sat outside until they were both shivering so much that Robin’s mother had to force them inside. They immediately went up to the attic, cuddling and, sometimes kissing, even, for the rest of the night.
As they were finally falling asleep, Finney couldn’t help but reflect on today. It had started out kind of shitty, then only got more and more shitty as it went on (his little sister is gone and he still can’t believe it and-), but now he’s ending it all nice and warm inside. He had started the day in Robin’s arms, and now he’s ending them in his arms. Robin has always had a way of making him feel better about just, well…everything, he supposes.
Today was unfair.
His sister left.
He doesn’t know what to do.
Well, Robin might.
Finney fell asleep with only one thought in mind.
Robin.