[ Hey, he owns it. Finn knows that was totally on him (and is kind of grateful James didn't stab him). It's still just a little boggling about how they've ended up here, but that's just his life in a nutshell.

He takes a deep breath before even thinking about answering, beginning to wonder when that burn is supposed to stop exactly. Ugh. ]

You could say that. [ He tilts his head a little, stretching his neck and shaking himself out of it. ] Friends back home used to make this kind of thing sometimes. Couldn't handle it then either.

[ The world's already a bit blurry, everything kind of overly bright and happy. He's not drunk, but he's definitely at the cutting off stage of the evening. ]

You hold it fine, though.