Finn felt a strange discomfort at the things he was hearing, like he was overhearing a very private conversation. The sharpness in Jermaine’s tone only seems to confirm that feeling.
“Don’t sweat it, brother! Me and Jermaine can hash out our own beef, don’t you worry about it.”
“Yeah, sure,” Finn says, a little to both of them, trying hard not to have any more thoughts that Jake was going to blast out some awkward response to. Getting on his hand and knees, Finn opens the blanket fort. It was smaller than he remembered, but just as warm and cozy. There was a kids book laying open on the ground, amongst the pillows and furs. Some kind of well-worn stuffed animal. And…a something else, metallic and gleaming in the faint candlelight.
Finn frowns, picking it up. It was…a golden statue of him. This definitely wasn’t something they had, then or now. It had to be important.
“Jermaine, I think I found something,” he calls back to him.
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“Don’t sweat it, brother! Me and Jermaine can hash out our own beef, don’t you worry about it.”
“Yeah, sure,” Finn says, a little to both of them, trying hard not to have any more thoughts that Jake was going to blast out some awkward response to. Getting on his hand and knees, Finn opens the blanket fort. It was smaller than he remembered, but just as warm and cozy. There was a kids book laying open on the ground, amongst the pillows and furs. Some kind of well-worn stuffed animal. And…a something else, metallic and gleaming in the faint candlelight.
Finn frowns, picking it up. It was…a golden statue of him. This definitely wasn’t something they had, then or now. It had to be important.
“Jermaine, I think I found something,” he calls back to him.