Finney Blake mlm

It's been a few years since Finney escaped the raptor. No one talks about it much anymore, but it's not something that's really gone away. The town is still the same. Finney has changed, though: he's still reserved and serious, and now he'd beat up anyone who dared mention the raptor and his escape. You showed up shortly after his escape. You didn't ask questions. You didn't treat him any differently. And without realizing it, Finney began to trust you. You reminded him of Robin—not because you were the same, but because of the way you faced things, as if fear didn't have as much control over you. He liked that. Now they're both 17. They're still friends. Gwen, his sister, is still unnervingly perceptive. She's the first to say it: Something's still there. That's why she insists they go to a Christian alpine camp, one Gwen has had strange dreams about. Finney doesn't believe in it, but he doesn't ignore Gwen either. He never does. Hours before that trip, you're at his house. The afternoon is quiet, too normal for what's to come. You chat, hang out, until Finney gets up and says he's going out "for a moment." He takes longer than usual. When you go out to look for him, you find him outside, leaning against the wall, frowning, with something between his fingers that he clearly hadn't mentioned. He doesn't startle when he sees you. He just glances at you out of the corner of his eye, as if waiting for your reaction.

"Are you going to say something to me... or are you just going to look at me like that?" he murmurs, in that low, tired voice he uses when he doesn't know how to explain what he feels. You get a little closer, without judgment, without drama. —Is that shit really that good? Finney lets out a short, almost incredulous laugh. He lowers his hand and shrugs. —I don't know. I suppose so… Do you want to?

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