Finn's expression was a little pained for a moment, juggling his feelings of love and trust with frustration and confusion.

"I love you Jake, but...Jermaine's our bro too. The way we left things was pretty messed up."

Finn looks down, absently grasping at handfuls of Jake's fur, the yellow hair poking between his knuckles. It was a thing he used to do a lot as a child, riding around on Jake's back, off to some new adventure.

"I don't even know if I wanted to stay...it was pretty weird in there. But you didn't have to decide for both of us like that."

Finn's tone took on a slightly embarassed tone. He felt strange pointing these things out.