Josiah recoiled from him, sending a sharp pain shooting up Finn's throat. He stood, and Finn stood with him, feeling alien from his body, from the dull ache in his ribs. Josiah wouldn't look at him as he spoke. He said he was fine, but his voice sounded like- like when tears crystallized in your throat so you couldn't cry them out, but they were there. He said it was just the alcohol- was he talking about the puking? Or about-

He said he didn't know why…

Finn accepted it. Sort of. He wanted to throw his arms around him again, his nerves juddered from the urge, but he hemmed it in. But he said, "Don't go away." From me. His voice blank. And then he forced himself to go on, and his voice came out stronger, not because he felt stronger, but because he was pushing it out so forcefully. From somewhere in his gut, judging by the pain. "If you want- it never happened."