Finn didn't know what else there was to talk about.
He spent his days here so nothing new happened.
He didn't want to talk about memories of Y/n and him since it only hurt him more and more.
Past?
Yes he could talk about that.
About times when he never knew what great pain he'd get himself into.
When he was so careless and hopeful.
He wondered if one day he could be like that again.
Please let him be like that again.
Please don't tell him it's over.
Please.