[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.
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?
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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.
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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?
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[He smiles, raising his brows.]
And dogs. You like dogs? Better say yeah, just sayin'.
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Wish I could get a dog. It's not really possible until I have my own house, you know?
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[Smiling, very team 'don't wait'.]
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