Who: Rory and Finn What: Srs Bzns talking Where: Rory's room When: While AJ naps, late morning 8/13
It was quiet in Rory's place. Quiet because she was putting AJ down to sleep, and quiet because since they'd reunited it had been all in the public eye (at least to Finn's thinking, Rae and everyone else were the public eye), and Finn hadn't said much of anything at all.
What went on in the last bunch of hours was causing a barrage of feelings in the pit of Finn's stomach, the kind of barrage that usually caused him to hibernate, to build and scowl and mutter until it shrunk down small enough to tuck away. He was not going to do that here.
Of course Finn was panicked for Rory's safety, at first, but once he got that message from her the panic and what went with it would have burned away, if it was as simple as that. It wasn't so much that Finn was mad at what happened, exactly, or that he didn't trust her. It was more that what happened made him feel foolish, and there were very, very few things that made Finn more miserable and terrible to deal with than feeling foolish.
When Rory finished putting AJ down, Finn was sitting in a chair by the door, with a clicky pen whose origins he wasn't sure of, completely disassembled into its more basic parts. He compressed the spring with his pointer finger, brown hands sure and clever, mouth pressed into a scowl, and waited.