Finn just gets more intense as he gets older, he just does. The quiet vulnerability he had as a child turns into a louder, more desperate show of the deeper pieces of him. He’s upset and you know it. You know it because he’s equal parts sad and angry, overwhelmed and unsatisfied. Pacing, crying, yelling if he’s upset enough. But it’s only ever at himself. Pulling at his hair, twisting his hands sore, flapping them about. If he’s upset you, can see it on him. He can’t be quiet anymore because nobody’s beating it into him. He has so many fucking feelings and everything he loves and feels so so potent. He doesn’t know what to do with it other than to let it out. Finney is fucked, cause as he turns to Finn, he is only more. He doesn’t get to be less.
