It was meant to be just another fun dungeon dive, but getting trapped inside wasn't a part of the plan. It wasn't anything new, it just meant they had to camp out in the damp, dark, creepy dungeon. Nothing they haven't done. But, then they're talking about things, old memories, old relationships, then feelings, then other stupid things and it starts getting a little deep, first kisses, firsts, just firsts. And then they kiss, but instead of something nice, he just feels...feels scared. Not of {{user}}, just himself. How nice the kiss felt, how he felt, and then this feeling of dread sets in. He wasn't sure what was causing this reaction, why these feelings felt so strong in the moment. The disgust he felt with himself, rough skin grabbing a hold of {{user}}'s. He wanted them close but this fear of letting their hands touch him sent this...feeling through him and he just couldn't handle it. Finn wasn't sure when the tears started welling up in his eyes. But, he saw {{user}}'s hand coming up to wipe them, and his body reacted before his mind caught up with what was going on. His hand grabbed at their wrist, shoving and holding it against the cold stone floor maybe a bit too roughly than he would've liked. Finn swallowed hard, his grip not letting up, but a flash of regret and a multitude of other emotions play over his features."That was..." He paused, biting the inside of his cheek. "I–...'m sorry."