His memories had been locked up tight, or he would like to think that they were tightly sealed away. But there were moments that brought such fear to his eyes that it was hard to hide it. He'd done too much, too young to survive that it was a wonder he wasn't as messed up as originally thought. He was young enough to somewhat remember the hunger and swollen bellies and for a time, that had stopped, the year he'd been gone. He was sure he'd eaten well that year, if not enough to fill out. It was enough. Being older must have its own curses, which was why Finn did whatever he could to chase the pain from his siblings eyes.

The beer was passed over with no words exchanged and it made Finn narrow his eyes, there must have been a catch. Instead, he drained the rest of it quickly, dropping it to the side of the couch where his boots had somehow ended up. "I think that I would get annoyed of said bell and probably throw it out the window," he says with barely a thought. It was a wonder to watch the emotions play across his brother's face, he may have thought he was hiding them well, but Finn knew that he could never hide it from him.

This was what Finn had missed. This easy banter, the no judgment zone on their ends. A goofy grin had slid across his lips when they spoke about the gaming console, something that hadn't been able to happen when they were younger. Something vital, he thinks, brothers fighting over video games. Maybe if they had been born in the states it would have turned out that way, but probably not.

Finn just hadn't wanted to be separated from those he was closest to, why should he? Why feel the need to move away, start a completely different life and never speak to each other. Isnt that how it was these days? Why stay away when they could easily be in each other's lives with barely a second thought, and that they wanted to be was a key factor. At Dav's joke he just laughed, "I may have had to jump a bit...don't worry, you're still safe, I haven't taken your place yet."

Fetch. It was simple and Finn wanted to please and plus, he wanted to see a genuine smile come across the other mans lips. So he vaulted from the couch, placing his hands on the back of it, caught his foot inside the cushions and went headfirst over the back of the couch, his legs in the air. The bottle shattered in front of his nose and he just started laughing like it was the best thing ever. He left it there and pulled himself back up onto the couch, rolling to place his head on Dav's lap to pull out his zippo and light the miraculously unhurt cigar.
Still, the factor that Lore was living alone made a pit open in his stomach and he realizes that he's been scowling, a twist to his lips. He smoothes it out and takes a drag of the cigar, careful to keep the smoke away from them. "You still should have bought the building. It would have irked her more if we moved in below her..." He grins, a boyish grin that made him look like the boy he used to be. "She didn't want to move in here?" He asks. Not thinking it would be out of the ordinary for it to happen.

Finn knew that Dav was just as curious about it as he was to tell him and for him to give an answer like that was almost baffling. "Very diplomatic" he says, nodding in thought. In seconds, he rolls from the couch and Dav's lap and pads to his backpack to pull open the outside pocket. He pulls out a few slips of paper and the map he'd found on the desk. He tosses it down on the table in front of his brother, "She's a Hunter. I don't exactly know that that means yet, but there's some sort of unfinished family tree I found." He pauses, "The house was huge, Dav. And I just walked in the front door." He says, twisting to look back down at the papers again, for a split second wondering what it would have been like. But then they wouldn't have had each other or Lore and the thought was gone, locked away in a box.

"Iâ€"uh, may need to borrow clothes for awhile. I may have given what I took with me away to people." See? He was a generous soul still.