Neither of them were blameless in this situation. For once, Rory was able to see that, and that was precisely what was keeping her from getting angry. She could've yelled, she could've refused to come with him, she could've stormed off and thrown a wrench permanently in what they were trying to build together, but she was resigned instead. Because they had both done something wrong, they'd both hurt the other person, and fighting wasn't going to solve anything. This whole scenario had taught her that, and from it, Rory felt a little more mature.
"I know," she said with a sigh, fidgeting slightly from the spot where she stood. Finn felt so far away, even though Rory had been the one to leave that distance between them. Somehow, she just didn't feel ready to get close yet. "I made a promise to you, and I wasn't strong enough to hold up my end of the deal. I didn't lean on you." She needed to say it, needed that truth to come from her mouth. Finn deserved to hear it.
That he thought she would just give up, stop trying, startled Rory enough to hold his gaze steadily, brow furrowed and confusion clear. "Finn...I might've given up on myself for a while, but I never gave up on you."