Finn knows everything about you.

He knows about your shitty family, your home, the deepest workings of you mind. He wouldn’t have known these things if you just kept your mouth shut, but you can’t do that, can you?

The problem is, he’s at the park waiting for you. You pray silently that he doesn’t remember any of the things you said on FaceTime last night, that you won’t look at him any differently.

“You gonna take a seat?”