“No, no, I don’t need to sit down,” Finn snaps at him, still pacing. He was breathing hard, the details of the room meaninglessly fading away while he carved a path back and forth. “Sitting there makes me feel like I’m going crazy.”

Moving didn’t seem like it was lessening that impression. Finn’s neck felt hot and itchy and his palms were sweating. At least the one that could sweat.

“It’s so hot in here…”