"I'm. Fine." His voice was tight, fingers curling hard, dragging through his own hair and across his scalp.
"There's nothing wrong with me, I just know what I need. There's nothing to help!" His hands finally came down and he turned on a dime, rounding on Finn. But he didn't approach. All the frustration and anger and - and lust - all of it curled tightly in his muscles and wound him up, waiting to pounce. But he didn't.
He shook with restraint, but he didn't pounce.
No matter how much he wanted to.
"You can't fix me, Finn! And if that's all you want out of this--"
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"There's nothing wrong with me, I just know what I need. There's nothing to help!" His hands finally came down and he turned on a dime, rounding on Finn. But he didn't approach. All the frustration and anger and - and lust - all of it curled tightly in his muscles and wound him up, waiting to pounce. But he didn't.
He shook with restraint, but he didn't pounce.
No matter how much he wanted to.
"You can't fix me, Finn! And if that's all you want out of this--"