Resting his hands against his jeans, Finn fought the urge to tap his fingers against his knees to combat that awkward feeling filling up the space all around him while he waited for her to finally answer. This was inherently different from their usual fights, he knew that much. He had honestly been using every minute of every hour of the last two days trying to figure what he could have done recently that would have pissed off his girlfriend so bad. He hadn’t punched Karofsky, and he hadn’t been late to any scheduled dates so, well he was at a loss.
“Yeah, I do. We need to discuss why you’re angry.” He nodded in agreement with him, sincerity in his voice mixing with the apparent traces of exhaustion. Quinn use to do this and it was one of the things Finn hated that girl’s did-- the whole we’re mad at you but you have to figure out why or this discomfort is going to last forever and ever routine. He was pretty sure it never helped a problem ever. The tall brunette shifted slightly, trying to find some relief but coming up empty. He slowly turned his head, bringing his attention onto the girl next to him. “Look babe, can you please just tell me why you’re mad? When has making me figure things out on my own ever turned out well?”