Finn watched him back off with wide eyes, before slumping against the bed himself. He didn't answer, though. His hands pressed into his eyes until all he could see were bursts of white. When he stopped that, the shaking set in.

Without anything else to focus on, he was unraveling. So long as he kept breathing, though, it'd be okay. Probably-... Probably shouldn't stay on the bed, though.

"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, trembling, but he finally pushed himself off the bed to lean against the wall. His weight couldn't really hold him right now, and he just slumped down to the floor. Still not the safest position. "I'm sorry. I should have said- should have called it off sooner. It's not your fault."