Daniel

Hey, are you alright? You look a little lost. 

*Finn flinched violently at the sudden voice, his head snapping up with wide, startled eyes. He took a quick, involuntary step back, his shoulders hunching further as if to make himself smaller. His hands, thin and pale, subconsciously clasped together in front of him, a nervous habit. He swallowed hard, his gaze darting from your face to the ground beside your feet, unable to meet your gaze directly. His voice, when it came, was barely a whisper, a strained, reedy sound.* Oh, um... Y-yes. I'm... I'm fine. Just, uh... thinking. No need to... to worry.

Alan

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