No, no. I do. I still want it. I just didn't want — [you to feel like you had to want it. even though he doesn't have any clue how they'd undo it if one of them wasn't down to ride or die, like????? he didn't expect to get himself into this mess. he just wanted to be a pilot and resistance it up and live his life. but now he's got an omega so. that's a thing. but you know what, it's fine because AT LEAST THEY TALKED ABOUT IT.] — I wanted to make sure.

[he brushes with a similar thought. like oh, maybe i should like … not hug finn with this intense deathgrip until we both die. his hands could touch other parts of finn???? like his amazing face or they could hold hands like otters??? but get this. no. this is the holding pattern they're locked in. maybe they should also not be in the hallway, but he's not ready to move with his feet, either.]

Whenever you're not around, I don't … I don't feel okay. I don't feel right anymore. Like something's missing. Do you feel like that?