The word probably should have hurt but it didn't. Finn's hand closed, feeling like that was the wrong move, overall. Instead, he stood up and took his own careful, slow step forward. It wasn't a lot, didn't close much distance, and was about the best distance he could handle by doing it himself.

So Finn stood there and leaned against the wall. "You know you're not broken," he repeated again, quietly. "Right? You're hurt. We're just hurt."

They can be fixed. They can heal. Nothing was ever really broken.