Finn’s prescribed quest to find ice (and walk off some of his panicked energy) had been largely successful. Even just a couple short loops around their floor of the hotel helped Finn burn off some of the anxiety building in his gut. It didn’t take much considering how tired he already was; the day’s earlier encounter had left him sore and exhausted, his body practically begging him for sleep.

Clutching his bucket of ice (the good stuff), he decided to head back to their room. His knee really could use some icing, and his mind kept coming guiltily back to Jermaine. He felt badly for snapping at him when all he was trying to do was help. Sometimes Finn wasn’t quite sure how to act around Jermaine…they hadn’t spent the same kind of time together as Jake and him. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the easiness of that relationship just wasn’t there with Jermaine.

Coming up to their door, Finn could hear the fight before he could see it. A muffled commotion that was at once familiar, but also alarming. Pushing open the door, he rushes in, freezing in the entryway.

“Wha…” Finn had seen Jake and Jermaine get into fights before…it had grown less common as they’d gotten older, and yet more serious when it did happen. But this wasn’t just a brotherly scuffle, or even a small disagreement that had come to barks…they were really fighting. He couldn’t comprehend how it had escalated so fast.

Dropping the bucket of ice, he jumps to intervene, throwing himself in and wrapping his arms around the first dog he could get to, pulling him away.

“Guys, stop, what are you doing!?”