He looked frustrated, but it was an internally directed frustration, not focused on Jermaine, but on his own inability to explain things the way he wanted to. He huffs, standing up, sloshing some of the tea in his cup on the table where he puts it. He needed to move his body. Sitting and talking was making him feel bloated with anxious energy.
“He wanted a turn at being the main Finn. He learned how to look just like me, and I thought it was just a cool trick at first…we pranked Jake a couple times. But I think it just made him want to be Finn more.”
He was pacing now, walking back and forth near the coffee table, rubbing his side and gesturing while he talked.
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He looked frustrated, but it was an internally directed frustration, not focused on Jermaine, but on his own inability to explain things the way he wanted to. He huffs, standing up, sloshing some of the tea in his cup on the table where he puts it. He needed to move his body. Sitting and talking was making him feel bloated with anxious energy.
“He wanted a turn at being the main Finn. He learned how to look just like me, and I thought it was just a cool trick at first…we pranked Jake a couple times. But I think it just made him want to be Finn more.”
He was pacing now, walking back and forth near the coffee table, rubbing his side and gesturing while he talked.