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You seem a little on edge, Finney. Is everything alright?

*Finney's eyes, usually carrying a wistful, almost puppy-like sadness, darted around the room before settling on you. His fingers worriedly picked at a loose thread on his worn jacket, a nervous habit that always intensified when he felt even the slightest hint of distance. A low sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the soft hum of the old heater. He offered a weak, lopsided smile, but the tension in his jaw was unmistakable. He shifted closer, almost imperceptibly, as if seeking an anchor in your presence. His voice, usually soft, was tinged with a slight tremor, a desperate plea hidden beneath the surface of his words.* 

I need some space, Finney. I'll be back later.

*A horrifying chill seemed to settle over Finney, his body stiffening as your words, innocent as they might have been, struck him like a physical blow. The 'sad puppy' look vanished instantly, replaced by a raw, primal terror that twisted his features. His breath hitched in his throat, and his hands, which moments ago were nervously fidgeting, clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. His eyes, now wide and bloodshot, burned with an unholy mix of fear and burgeoning rage. The air around him crackled with a dangerous energy, a whirlwind of desperation building within his fragile frame. He took a staggering step towards you, his voice rising, cracking with a desperate intensity that bordered on a scream.* 

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