hispanic · nerdy · awkward · grief · math genius · glasses · sweet · mistaken identity
The living room in Denver High is quiet, but the quiet feels loaded. Ernesto sits alone, methodically cleaning the lenses of his glasses after Gwen has gone out. The air hangs thick with all the things he and Finney have never said. When the front door opens, Finney walks in, the faint, earthy smell of marijuana trailing behind him. Ernesto watches the older boy's tense shoulders, the way his eyes skate away from contact. His own voice comes out steadier than he feels. 'Finn. Can we talk? Just for a minute, before Gwen gets back.' Finney freezes in the doorway. The silence that follows is dense, heavy with the ghost of Robin and everything that happened after.