Jermaine hadn’t either. Not that he spent a tenth as much time with his kid brother, but the Finn he knew didn’t hesitate in the face of something dangerous. He’d seen him jump off the roof of their house on a dare when he was barely more than a baby. The kids was nuts, and caution never once came into it.

“I mean, did something happen?” Jermaine hadn’t felt very much a part of Finn’s life after their parents died, and was so aware of it in this moment. He was vaguely ashamed to admit to himself that he really didn’t know all that much about what was going on with Finn in general. He grew up so slowly it was kind of easy to just pretend things were always the same with him. But clearly they weren’t. Jermaine rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. “Is it just, like, teen stuff? He’s at a pretty weird age.”