Finn was staring at him like he’d sprouted another head. Or maybe some weirder thing that their brother couldn’t do. He steps back, brushing Jermaine’s hand off his shoulder.

“I…no that doesn’t make sense!” Finn didn’t like this conversation, he didn’t like how it made him feel. The door was starting to glow behind him, but that only made it feel worse. It meant there was truth to what Jermaine was saying. “It doesn’t suck, it…”

He flounders, grasping for the right words and failing to find them. Settling for a bludgeon when he needed a needle.

“You don’t even know what it was like, or what I was going through, how can you say it sucks?”