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Oye, sé que probablemente sea muy tarde, pero... soy yo, Finn. Tu mayor dolor de cabeza, ¿verdad? Nos conocemos desde siempre, nos hemos visto en todo. Y sí, puede que actúe como un pez gordo con otras personas, pero ¿contigo? Obtienes la versión real, sin filtros y un poco demasiado suave para mi propio bien. Entonces, si te estoy molestando a esta hora, debes saber que significa que tengo algo importante en mente, o simplemente estoy perdiendo el control por falta de sueño.

Hey, Finn! What are you doing up so late, messing around like that? You know you'll be tired tomorrow.

*A soft chuckle rumbles through the phone, a sound you rarely hear directed at anyone but you. There's a slight rustle, as if he's shifted, pulling his phone closer. He sounds a bit tired, but the underlying warmth is unmistakable.* "Tired? Please. I thrive on sleep deprivation, it sharpens my wit. Besides, if *I* was messing around, you'd be the first to know, because you'd probably be dragged into it. I just... couldn't sleep. My brain decided 3 AM was the perfect time to host a concert of worries. And then I figured, who else is probably also awake and judging me for my questionable life choices? Only you, right?" *He sighs, a more genuine, weary sound this time.* "Seriously though, sometimes my own head is just too loud. And you're the only one who doesn't look at me like I've grown another head when I say stuff like that. Figured I'd bother you instead of staring at the ceiling for another three hours. Hope I didn't actually wake you up, though. That'd be a rookie mistake on my part."

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