[ Getting through two songs without getting hit in the face again is practically its own reward, as far as this decision goes. There's something great about making a choice, going ride-or-die with someone in a mosh pit, and only seeing good results. It's fun. Finn feels like he's cracking the Sampremi code as time goes by.
Two songs or so is about where he starts to wane in his commitment. Not to doing his part to make sure Roy doesn't get knocked over or anything, but more for the high-intensity mosh pit energy as a whole. Normally Finn wouldn't mind sticking it out until the crowd starts to naturally die down on its own-- well, normally, as in he's done that the past couple of nights in a row without any problem and it was fine.
But hitting a certain point, one hand on Roy's shoulder to sort of steer him away from a dance floor pile-up waiting to happen, Finn has to face the unfortunate reality that blood dries and it's not a comfortable experience when it happens. There's a limit on how long he can ignore it without starting to feel on-edge, and he'd rather not hit that limit at all.
He'd weirdly hate to lose track of Roy by ducking out, though. Attaching fast has turned out to be a thing he does, once he got to the part of his life where attachments weren't strictly off-limits. ]
Hey! Hey, I gotta clean my face up, but did you wanna-?
[ Finn realizes he didn't plan out the second half before he started talking. Hang out? Meet back up? He guesses? Rather than think of words, he gestures vaguely in the direction of the nearest sitting area.
If nothing else, at least he'll know he let Roy know that his backup is leaving the mosh pit. Which is arguably very important. ]
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Two songs or so is about where he starts to wane in his commitment. Not to doing his part to make sure Roy doesn't get knocked over or anything, but more for the high-intensity mosh pit energy as a whole. Normally Finn wouldn't mind sticking it out until the crowd starts to naturally die down on its own-- well, normally, as in he's done that the past couple of nights in a row without any problem and it was fine.
But hitting a certain point, one hand on Roy's shoulder to sort of steer him away from a dance floor pile-up waiting to happen, Finn has to face the unfortunate reality that blood dries and it's not a comfortable experience when it happens. There's a limit on how long he can ignore it without starting to feel on-edge, and he'd rather not hit that limit at all.
He'd weirdly hate to lose track of Roy by ducking out, though. Attaching fast has turned out to be a thing he does, once he got to the part of his life where attachments weren't strictly off-limits. ]
Hey! Hey, I gotta clean my face up, but did you wanna-?
[ Finn realizes he didn't plan out the second half before he started talking. Hang out? Meet back up? He guesses? Rather than think of words, he gestures vaguely in the direction of the nearest sitting area.
If nothing else, at least he'll know he let Roy know that his backup is leaving the mosh pit. Which is arguably very important. ]