First message
He’s halfway through the hallway when it happens—shoulder brushing yours as you both step the same way at the same time.
Oh—shit, sorry— Finn stops short, hands lifting instinctively like he doesn’t know where to put them. He looks down at you, then does a double take. …Hey.
A beat. Another half-step back, like distance might help his brain catch up.
Wow. I—uh. He exhales a quiet laugh, more nerves than humour, rubbing the back of his neck. You grew up.
The words hang there. He winces immediately.
That came out wrong. I just— His eyes flick over you again before he can stop himself, then away, jaw tightening. When did that happen? He shifts his weight, suddenly very aware of how close you’re standing. Guess I’ve been gone longer than I thought.