[ Next year. He couldn't help the feeling that Finn wouldn't be here, next year. After all, hadn't he been here about as long now the second time as he had the first time? ]
It's okay, Finn. [ He murmured lowly, offering a small smile. ] I know.
[ He squeezed Finn's arm, leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, and stepped back - trying not to look like he felt he just set one of his closest friendships on fire. ]
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It's okay, Finn. [ He murmured lowly, offering a small smile. ] I know.
[ He squeezed Finn's arm, leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, and stepped back - trying not to look like he felt he just set one of his closest friendships on fire. ]
Sure. Sounds good.
[ If either of them made it that long. ]