"Yeah, well, I mean..." Jake starts, hastily hoping to reorient his point. "It's not like it was going to stay our thing, Dad just..."

Died. Dad died.

Jake moves his omelette around on the plate, brow furrowing. Funny how trying to distract from death just managed to bring them both right back to it.

"I'm just sayin', he would've brought you eventually." He looks up, trying to find Finn's eyes through the walls he was erecting all around him. "This could be like, closing the loop. Or something."