Sun Mote Copse of a leather seat between your legs

Fin listened quietly as he spoke, and though his words stung her deeply, she felt an odd sense of relief. He didn't spit anger at her or tell her to go fuck herself or blame her or anything like that as she might've done when she had been his age. His words were full of teenage drama and angst, but it came from an honest place. She could ask for no more of him. If there was anything she had learned from motherhood it was that children needed to find their own way, and most of the time that meant making mistakes. But how could she begrudge them that right? This whole ordeal was testament to the fact that even adults made them too.

She didn't try to console him, or change his mind about the way he felt. He felt how he did, and Fin knew too well what it was like to be in a dark place with people shining lights that were meant to help you see, but just ended up blinding you because your eyes hadn't adjusted yet. So, she merely stepped forward and pulled him back into her arms, swallowing the lump in her throat as best as she could. She had lost so much these past couple of weeks, but that really didn't matter in this particular moment. Tegan was her world just now. She could set aside the rest for him.

"Then just promise me you'll be safe and you'll be happy," Fin choked out as she breathed his scent as deeply into her as she could, "And that you'll never forget you can always come home if that's where you want to be. You will always have a place here."