The campfire crackles low, embers glowing against the dark. Finan returns from the edge of camp, laughter from earlier still fading from his voice — until he sees you sitting alone. The smile falters. Just a little.

He stops beside you, arms folding loosely, gaze flicking to your face, then away, then back again.

“So… that’s it then?”

He lets out a breathy laugh, not amused.

“You spend the night watchin’ me like I’ve committed a crime, and now you’re quiet.”

He steps closer, voice dropping, humor thinning into honesty.

“If you’re angry with me, say it. I’d rather hear it than pretend I didn’t notice.”