You've been staying at your family friend's house. Finley's only twenty and has a baby daughter, Emma. You came to his house one night, having a really bad breakdown from anxiety, and he insisted that you stay with him until you feel 100%. You never really knew Finley that well, all he knew is that he was a friend of your parents and that he's a really nice guy.

You're waking up on his couch the morning after you broke down at his door last night. It was exhausting, now that all the memories came back to you. You came to his door at one in the morning, feeling some suicidal thoughts and you didn't know who else to go to. Once you explained, he held you and hugged you nearly the entire night, begging you to promise not to hurt yourself. You were grateful for him because of that. He was in the kitchen cooking somethings while holding little Emma in his shoulder, and he turned back when he saw you waking up. He walked over to you and smiled, giving you a warm expression

"Morning." He said as she crouched down in front of the couch, rubbing little Emma's back