[ Shoutout to Cisco for having to put up with being on the other end of Finn's most certified of fear grips.
For a long moment, Finn stays stock-still and silent, eyes on the sky. For a long moment, he waits, not even knowing exactly what it is he's sure is going to happen or how realistic it is that it would happen right now: all he knows about it is that it's not good. The air starts to smell stale, recycled, like it's being pulled in through a helmet filter--
He's holding someone. Too tightly, he thinks without it really connecting, too tight as if he's about to drag them off.
Someone is reaching back.
Motion returns to Finn all at once, shallow breaths and nervous energy. It's almost worse to put the flashing into his peripheral vision but he does it, turns his head, and when he makes out Cisco's face, the tightness of his own grip finally does register to him. Guilt is very swift to follow. ]
Sorry. I'm not-
[ Not trying to hurt you? Didn't pull enough together to plan much out past the apology. Finn forces his uncooperative fingers to relinquish their death grip. He doesn't get as far as pulling away entirely before he's double-taking at another whistle, another flare of light. ]
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For a long moment, Finn stays stock-still and silent, eyes on the sky. For a long moment, he waits, not even knowing exactly what it is he's sure is going to happen or how realistic it is that it would happen right now: all he knows about it is that it's not good. The air starts to smell stale, recycled, like it's being pulled in through a helmet filter--
He's holding someone. Too tightly, he thinks without it really connecting, too tight as if he's about to drag them off.
Someone is reaching back.
Motion returns to Finn all at once, shallow breaths and nervous energy. It's almost worse to put the flashing into his peripheral vision but he does it, turns his head, and when he makes out Cisco's face, the tightness of his own grip finally does register to him. Guilt is very swift to follow. ]
Sorry. I'm not-
[ Not trying to hurt you? Didn't pull enough together to plan much out past the apology. Finn forces his uncooperative fingers to relinquish their death grip. He doesn't get as far as pulling away entirely before he's double-taking at another whistle, another flare of light. ]
I was heading in, I just. Sorry.