Finn takes the piece of toast, still looking at it. It was just toast. But it was also a wellspring of memories, charting back across pretty much his whole life. When wasn’t Jake making him food like this?

That doesn’t matter-

He takes a bite of the toast, chewing. Not just his memories. Not just his whole life.

I love him.

“Fern just wanted…a chance to…” Finn felt like the air was being squeezed out of his lungs. His heart ached. He wanted to tear his arm off. “He wanted you to know he loves you.”