Finn looks momentarily stumped at the suggestion that he sit down. Almost as stumped as the suggestion he ought to be talking about how it had made him feel, rather than trying to solve the puzzle of what to do. It all ran so counter to his instincts.

“Feel?” He looks at the door, hesitating for a long moment, before sitting on the cold ground next to Jermaine. It felt completely real, and exactly the same as all the times he sat on it before. “I felt…a lot of things, I guess. I was in there for ages. Mostly it was frustrating…and scary. And…exhausting.”