Pressing his lips together, he looked like he might refuse, but he nodded and turned. Silently, I followed his even jog all the way back to his cabin.
I sat at the small bar in his kitchen and observed him as he made us some sandwiches. He carried himself with plenty of tension and deliberation. Like he had to force himself to think through every single step. Finally, he put a plate in front of me. “I’m fine.”
“I didn’t ask.”
“But you’re thinking it. ‘Is Finn going to crack?’ I got some sleep. I’m eating. I know I’m not on the duty roster, but the patrolling helps me think through things.”
I knew how that felt. “We have people you could talk to.”
“I’ll patrol.”
I couldn’t argue with that, so I bit into my sandwich and continued watching him. He drained a whole glass of water and star
