You do-- [Finn agrees, scooting closer by degrees with eagerness boiling in his blood. It's only then that he remembers he wasn't there the way they both were; that his contribution isn't necessarily valid or relevant. He purses his lips, untangles his fingers and drops his forearms to the table, stare flicking downwards and then back again.] I mean you-- you seem like it. You always do.
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