Finn could tell his posture had changed, presumably to look at him, but though he involuntarily stiffened, he didn't look around to check or show any indication that he'd noticed.

"You came to jump."

A burning swoop went up his sternum to his throat and he could hear his blood in his ears. He didn't expect him to be blunt about it.

"So did I."

Unnecessary addition. He eased his breathing and his eyebrows raised under the hood. "Yeah, I figured." He was able to turn and glance at him then, and saw him sag. He heard him, too, even though the words were barely tangible in the chill air. Another burn, harsher this time. Finn swallowed it down. "Thanks to you," he agreed, matter-of-factly without rancour. What now? He didn't want to change his plan to jump off the bridge. Could he ask the boy to go home and kill himself some other way? Wouldn't be fair though, since he was here first.