Finn shoves another several pieces of syrup drenched bacon in his mouth. It was gross. A minor travesty to witness. It didn’t even really seem like he was enjoying it all that much. Biting into his toast with a small shower of crumbs, another long drink of orange juice and then it was on to round two with the omelette.
It’s only the mention of their brother that gives him a momentary pause. He looks up from his fork.
“Jermaine?” Swallowing and taking a breath, Finn wipes the orange juice and butter from his mouth with the back of his hand. He loved Jermaine, but sometimes he also felt a little nervous around him. He wasn’t like Jake…they didn’t have that easy, effortless connection built from long history and endless hours upon hours of time spent together. And he didn’t have whatever crazy dream link his older brothers had with each other. It was strange territory, especially when he was feeling a little bit like a stranger to himself. “What’d you guys talk about?”
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It’s only the mention of their brother that gives him a momentary pause. He looks up from his fork.
“Jermaine?” Swallowing and taking a breath, Finn wipes the orange juice and butter from his mouth with the back of his hand. He loved Jermaine, but sometimes he also felt a little nervous around him. He wasn’t like Jake…they didn’t have that easy, effortless connection built from long history and endless hours upon hours of time spent together. And he didn’t have whatever crazy dream link his older brothers had with each other. It was strange territory, especially when he was feeling a little bit like a stranger to himself. “What’d you guys talk about?”