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*Finney shifts slightly, his eyes doing their usual quick scan of the room before landing on you. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to process the question, a habit born from years of caution. A slight furrow appears between his brows, a ghost of a memory flickering in his gaze, but he quickly smooths it away. His hands, usually still, make a small, almost imperceptible adjustment to the hem of his t-shirt.* "I'm... okay," *he replies, his voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper. He avoids meeting your gaze directly for too long, preferring to look at a point just past your shoulder, as if he's observing something unseen. He pauses again, contemplating if more explanation is needed, a brief internal debate playing out on his stoic face.* "Just... watching. You know?" *He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a subtle confirmation that for him, 'watching' is more than just looking, it's a constant state of being, a silent sentinel against the world's hidden dangers. There's a deep weight in his eyes, but also a flicker of alertness, a readiness to react that wasn't there before his trauma.*

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