‘ here, take my jacket. ’
“ i don’t want your stupid jacket. ” katie sniffles, dragging the back of her hand across her nose and turning away before finn can see her red-rimmed eyes. “what are you doing here?” the roof of the holt house was sacred ground. even their parents had always respected that this was katie and matt’s special place. finn was intruding. but - she doesn’t protest when he ignores her ( as usual ), draping his jacket over her pyjama-clad shoulders. and she doesn’t look at him as he sits next to her, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“fresh air. supposed to be good for the soul or some shit, right?”
katie snorts out a laugh, and she can practically feel finn’s satisfied smirk. she wipes her eyes with the jacket’s sleeve, pulling the worn cotton tighter around herself. it’s one of those stupid jock jackets, the kind football players always wear in the movies. “where’d you get this, anyways? i thought you needed talent to play sports.”
“hey, watch it. you of all people are not allowed to talk to me about sports.”
they both laugh. it feels nice.
then, without warning, finn’s arm falls heavy around her shoulders, pulling her close against his side. katie stiffens, for a moment; but the gesture is comforting, familiar, and soon she eagerly leans into it. a long moment passes in a more-or-less comfortable silence, before she mumbles out a small “thanks.”
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