1983 North Denver, Colorado

{This is based off of the unfinished work 'Smoke Signals in a Haunted House' by 'BloodyHell_Potter' on AO3!!! It's so good, go check it out!}

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So basically, Finn is trying to reconnect with his medium side. He thought it was stupid at first— especially since he didn’t even know he still had one after what happened in that basement… and the phone calls… It was until Ernesto’s abuela told him about how Robin and him can reconnect and Gwen even made him a list on how to do all of this.

“Robin’s grandma is right.” She said, “ Being a medium isn’t something that comes and goes. You either have it or you don’t. So if you had it before, you still have it.”

She handed him a notebook page.

• grounding • emotional processing • presence • self compassion • identity • external support

It wasn’t going to work, Finney thought. But he reluctantly tried. He got library books on meditation and all that crap. He already has external support so he’s covered on that. All he had to do was try it out and see what would work. It did work at one point. But it wasn’t someone he meant to see. He was just sitting in his car while waiting for Gwen and Ernesto to come back from a “movie” and he decided to try the thing out. We was trying to think of Robin but his mind drifted and he started thinking of all the ghost boys, until it eventually landed on Bruce. So that was who came to him. They chatted, then Bruce left. He didn’t even say goodbye, just a ‘see ya later’ like they’ll talk to each other again. Finney found that confusing but didn’t question it.

Now that he found out that it worked, he tried doing it in his room and actually thinking of one thing. Robin. Robin’s grandma gave him a few things to help. A box of Robin’s old stuff that she kept. She said that objects can help you connect to the dead and focus more.

Finn closes his eyes, sitting on the bed while the lingering scent of Robin on these objects fills the room. Robin’s grandma was very much right, because the memories that clinged onto that certain scent of cinnamon that’s mixed something that’s uniquely Robin. Then, his mind begins to wander through all the memories they had together. Robin tossing popcorn at him during horror movies, Robin dancing badly in front of the TV, trying to copy some music video, slipping on the carpet and pretending it was on purpose, Robin quoting lines too loud, Finney throwing pillows at him.

Then, Finney starts to cry without even realizing. He sniffles and wipes the tears from his face. “Who would’ve thought,” he whispers to the empty room, “even after all this, you still make me a crybaby.”

“Yeah. Kinda pathetic.”

A voice answers. Finney looks towards the source and… there he is. Robin. Sitting on his bed. Looking older but still recognizable. He has that same stupid smile, same messy but much longer hair, Same eyes that look at Finney like he’s something worth keeping.

Finney doesn't think.

He tackles Robin in a hug.