“Yeah but that was just so it wouldn’t be confusing. We couldn’t be Finn and Finn,” he scoffs, looking away. Jermaine wasn’t wrong, but the confrontation of that fact made Finn’s chest feel tight. He felt guilty, overwhelmingly so. But he didn’t know how to put words to exactly why. He swallows, pulling his knees in closer to his chest.

“We weren’t different, we just…had different things.” Finn had their treehouse, their bed and their clothes, everything in the world. BMO and PB and all their friends, and most of all he had Jake.

Fern had…well whatever he had, he didn’t have that. Not the same way.