He laughs when Zech immediately brushes by the younger boy to tend to the cut on Finn’s own finger, and the haughty look of disapproval at being passed over that only a twelve year old could muster. “I haven’t really gotten that far. He walked up while I was getting Jupiter settled in, you came right as I turned around.” He stands on his tip toes to gaze over Zech’s shoulder, a warm and kind smile on his face as the boy shifts his weight from foot to foot and gnaws on his bottom lip nervously. “I haven’t even seen him since he was born practically. If it weren’t for his scent I don’t know that I would have recognized him.”
Luca looks like he wants to say something, and there’s a pang when he realizes it’s the same expression he remembers on his oldest brother whenever he had done something he wasn’t supposed to be. The boy runs a hand through his hair, the same dusty brown color of Finnick’s own, before he finally gains the courage to speak. “Mom and dad, they wanted to arrange a marriage for me.” He blurts out, his face turning red. “They think it’s good for me to marry an alpha, since I’m only a beta I guess. But I don’t want to marry her, or any girl-for that matter.”







