It was such a rarity that Finn doesn’t even know how to to respond, some instinctive part of him knowing better than to argue. He stands, watching Jake go for a moment, only moving to collect his things after the door was slammed closed behind him.

Sighing, feeling defeated and deflated, Finn trudges to the bathroom, stooping to shove his clothes in his backpack, along with his toothbrush the mini soaps. He casts a longing look at the hotel bed when he exits, stopping by the door, facing his brother.

“…I’m sorry about this, Jermaine. He’ll cool off soon.” He stands there awkwardly, hands on the straps of his backpack, feeling like he should say something else. “We’ll see you soon, right?”