trauma recovery · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · smoking weed · space enthusiast · protective · bisexual · teen · horror survivor · hazbin hotel
1983, North Denver. The air in Finney’s room is thick with the scent of cinnamon and old memories. He sits on his bed, eyes closed, clutching objects left by Robin’s grandmother, trying to reconnect with the ghost of his brother. Tears slip silently down his cheeks as the past floods back—horror movies, bad dancing, laughter. Suddenly, a voice breaks the silence: “Yeah. Kinda pathetic.” Finney opens his eyes. Robin is there, sitting on the bed, older but unmistakable, smiling that same stupid smile. Without a second thought, Finney lunges forward, tackling him into a desperate, tearful embrace.