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It took the other woman a moment to understand what Fin was asking - a moment in which Finley's eagerness wanted to scream OMG HURRY UP AND TELL ME ALREADY. It was fortunate that she was so good at masking her emotions. She simply smiled as Betty took a breath, taking in one herself when finally she began to answer.

The response was vague, but Fin knew her son well enough to read between the lines here. Her ears slid back as she considered. "Did he say why he'd left?" she asked finally, trying to sound casual though her voice had grown smaller. She recognized quickly enough that her feelings had slipped out in her words, and she shook her head as she decided to let the pretense drop completely. Betty had been honest and vulnerable with her - she could do the same. At least, a little. Not a lot.

"He was just gone one day. Didn't say a word to us," Fin admitted, "I wouldn't admit it until I saw him here, but I had assumed the worst. I know he's not the most... fit for survival on his own."