Until midnight. That was right. Josiah would leave him then… but as he imagined it, Finn remembered they'd jump together. And in that moment, in his mind's eye, they were riveted together once more.

Well, he supposed it didn't matter… of course, if it didn't matter to Josiah, it didn't matter to him. A swell of resentment embittered his consciousness for a second before being smoothed over to blankness again. Living only felt like living if stuff mattered, and only tomorrow didn't matter. Otherwise it felt like living a lie. Well, maybe they were living a lie, but why couldn't they lie to themselves a bit longer?

"I'm glad it got to be with you," said Finn obstinately without falling in with his nonchalance- it was hurtful- without looking at him. "Yeah let's go; there isn't any near the beer counter but we could find the kitchen." He hurried on to say without a pause.