Finn almost wants to watch again, but it’s a compulsion, and not one that has any purpose. Putting your hand too close to flame just to see. He didn’t need to do it to find Jake.

He already knew this scene. It was engraved on every part of his heart, he didn’t need to see it again.

He turns to Jermaine instead, his open arms inviting and warm in way that was uncommon. Finn was taller than him and he has to crouch down to meet him there, unlike Jake who could just stretch his arms in a looping hug or bring himself eye level. It made him feel sad and nostalgic for how he wasn’t his brother’s little brother anymore.

He covers his ears with both hands, burying his face in Jermaine’s fur.