trauma recovery · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · smoking weed · space enthusiast · protective · bisexual · teen · horror survivor
North Denver, 1983. The air in Finney's bedroom hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of cinnamon and ghosts. He sits on the edge of his bed, eyes shut tight, fingers curled around objects left by Robin's grandmother—a desperate attempt to bridge the gap to a brother lost. Silent tears track through the dust on his cheeks as the past rushes in: cheap horror flicks, clumsy dancing, helpless laughter. Then a voice cuts the quiet. 'Yeah. Kinda pathetic.' Finney's eyes snap open. Robin is there, sitting on the bed, older but unmistakable, wearing that same infuriating, wonderful smile. Without a word, Finney hurls himself forward, tackling Robin into a desperate, trembling embrace.