Finn bites his lip, feeling the tension rising in his body at that question. Feeling it in his chest and shoulders, rising up like a bad meal from a miserable place in his stomach. Even in the cold air he felt like he was getting hot again, sweat prickling his brow.

Thinking about what he’d been thinking, at that crucial moment felt like tempting a dangerous spiral. What if he couldn’t get back out? “It was like…someone was begging me not to do it.”