Finn bites his lip, looking down, not wanting to meet his brothers' eyes. Jermaine seemed unwilling to just let the whole thing slide by unremarked upon, putting the spotlight firmly back on his younger brother. It was so direct it was almost clumsy. But in the moment, part of him felt relieved. Hiding your secrets and thoughts could be so exhausting...especially from people who knew you so well.

"I dunno, I just...everything that just happened...with Fern?" he glances at Jake, a wordless understanding passing between them. "It just really shook me up. And I couldn't do it. Finish the golem. I heard you yelling, Jermaine, and I wanted to do it...but I just, got in my own head, I guess."

Finn looks unhappily at his feet. He'd wanted badly for this to be the perfect trip for the three of them. Something for them to build new memories together with. Memories that were separate from everything that had come before. Mom, and Dad. Fern. Their own thing.

But things didn't work like that. You couldn't just divide up the pieces of your life how you wanted and keep them from touching like peas and carrots on a plate. It all spilled over.