It didn’t quite register, at first. He was still mid babble when Finn interrupted him, so he stared dumbly at him for three full seconds as it filtered through.

“No,” he replied, though it sounded more confused than denying. “No, you’re mine, Finn. You don’t— you don’t feel that way about me, I already—“ But it was slowly dawning on him, his eyebrows raising.

“Wait, but you said yours was activated—- I wasn’t even here—“