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Right, your world's all upside down.

[Playfully said. His hand stays where it is.]

You and I have that in common then - the not being home for a while. I like that people come together for stuff like this but I still feel like more of an outsider than not. It's just kind of who I am.

This world is upside down. (She jiggles his hand with her shin.)

My family likes to come together. It's not like I'm not invited or anything, I... (she sighs gustily and closes her eyes for a moment, frowning.) Can't make myself go. Dunno why.

[Finch would meet with his siblings if he could, he thinks. But he can't, or couldn't either - for reasons he wants to say are out of his control. But also might be a consequence of his own actions.]

We ever get out of this place, I'll invite you to my motel room for the holidays. Or we can celebrate in the back of my car. Or, well, your place.

(That makes her smile a little, shake her head.)

Nah, not mine. I live with four other people. (And bringing Finch back to that feels... awkward, somehow.) But celebrating in the back of your car sounds good. What kind of celebrations?

You like burgers, booze and parking lots with clear starry skies?

[He smiles, raising his brows.]

And dogs. You like dogs? Better say yeah, just sayin'.

I like all of those things, yeah. (Including that smile, the way he looks at her right before he does it.)

Wish I could get a dog. It's not really possible until I have my own house, you know?