[ It isn’t really a brush off, despite the brief, self-centered flash of hurt Finn feels at the words. At not being immediately awarded for his prying. Instead it gets an improbable laugh out of him, light and brief, diffusing his own wandering rumination that came so easily these days. ]
Okay, but I’m not gonna forget. [ And he means that. ]
Now, help me out of here before I freeze to death? [ He holds out his hand expectantly, although it seems obvious that he could get out on his own, one arm or not. ] Please?
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Okay, but I’m not gonna forget. [ And he means that. ]
Now, help me out of here before I freeze to death? [ He holds out his hand expectantly, although it seems obvious that he could get out on his own, one arm or not. ] Please?