WHO: Finn and Rory WHAT: Trying to mend those fences. WHERE: Finn's place WHEN: Afternoon RATING: Medium? STATUS: In Progress
Even after realizing how desperately she needed to fix the relationships she'd attempted to destroy, it took a while to muster up the will to go see Finn. It wasn't because he was insignificant, the last name of a long list of slighted individuals she cared for. Quite the opposite, really. Rory cared. She cared enough that his words could cut her deep, he had that much power. She cared enough to realize how poorly she'd treated him, to admit that her motives had been flawed the night she went to see him, the night she got back.
Rory was stubborn and she was proud, but she wasn't above admitting to her own faults. It just took time.
And despite how she'd argue the time it took to smoke a cigarette was hardly enough at all, once she toed out the smoldering remains, she forced herself to continue moving forward to Finn's door.
Even there, she had to brace herself, steadying her nerves with a slow, deep breath before she managed to knock. The last time she'd been here, desperation kept her knocking, but this time, Rory stopped after the first tap, taking a step backwards so there'd be space between them once he opened the door. If he did. For what Rory needed to say, she knew a little breathing room would go a long way.