Finley knew that sooner or later someone would ruin his peace and quiet, look for him and drag him back downstairs to hell and he was hoping it would be later rather than sooner but when have things gone right? That was one of the reasons why he didn’t even move when the door to his room opened. Another was that he knew it was no one from his family because they’d have an unpleasant reaction to seeing him in there even before entering the room. So he could take a couple of guesses… There was just no need for that because the girl soon spoke up and hearing it was his new friend he simply remained silent. Really not in the mood to discuss his family situation or listen to you talking about yours, I don’t remember him asking you anything?
He did finally look at her with a rather confused expression at first when she threw something at him, only to roll his eyes when he realized what she was doing. ”I don’t care what they think,” instead of protesting as you might think he would do especially after mumbling his words, Finley straightened up, looking at his clothes that were now next to him. Sure, maybe she was right… If he wanted to avoid comments and complaints he should just listen to her but let him be grumpy first.
”Hm?” Finding the girls sitting down next to him, Fin looked at what she was holding, not really paying attention to it until she dared to say he doesn’t look happy now? What makes you think that? ”I thought you were nicer,” taking the photo from her, with a sarcastic smile he looked up at her before shifting his attention to that photo he hasn’t seen in a really long time. Did Amelia say mom? Yeah, no, that was not his mom. ”I don’t know who that is,” and he didn’t. Or he was trying to make himself believe that it wasn’t his mom because Sam was always repeating the same thing: it doesn’t matter who that is, it’s not important who your mom is, she was just someone who helped me get you. That didn’t mean Finley was never curious… Why shouldn’t he know that? He deserves to, no matter what the situation was but he never got far so eventually he gave up. Plus it didn’t really matter, why would he need her now? ”It might not even be me. That’s a happy baby and do I look like I’m happy? I don’t think a baby can change that much.” Don’t joke with her, she’s not your friend… ”Yeah,” throwing her back that photo, Fin looked back at his clothes, his good old self coming back. A subtle smirk appeared on his lips as he continued, ”If you don’t mind… But I don’t think you do.”
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