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In spite of how awful she felt, Fin couldn't help but huff a laugh at her son's comment. "Sometimes everyone sucks, kid," she confessed, wanting him to know that he wasn't wrong for being angry. He had been wronged and ill-treated. He had a right to be angry. All she wanted for was him to not be so consumed by it that he ruined his own life. He had so much of it ahead of him, and all she wanted was for it to be good.

"I love you too, you little shit," she said, her tears falling now as she fought to hang onto her smile as well as to hang onto him, "Don't ever stop being you, and making up weird ways of saying things that both amuse and confuse people, including me." She didn't want to let go of him, but she soon enough had to as her desire to see his face outweighed her need to keep him close. She wanted to soak in every inch of it so she could hold it in her heart forever. Not that there was any chance in hell of her ever forgetting it.

"You'll always be on my mind. Take care of yourself, and..." Finley paused, knowing she was going to butcher this because she had not once ever understood what it meant when he'd said it, but she was a cool mom so, "...don't fall out of any pockets."