Chapter Twenty-Two

"Hey," I say softly as I sit on the edge of Finn's bed.

He has his face buried into his pillow, his arms tucked underneath. He lets out a grunt in response. I gently touch his arm, trying to be some sort of comfort to him.

"How are you?"

He rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, looking drained. "Just great."

"Looks that way."

"I had a talk with mum this morning," he mumbles tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

"I heard," I whisper.

He raises a dark eyebrow at me. "Eavesdropper."

"I know. Anger Management, huh?"

"Bullshit, isn't it?" he growls, looking annoyed.

"Well..." I shrug one-shouldered. "You do get in a lot of fights."

"So do a lot of people."

"Not as much as you," I say gently. "It's getting bad, Finn."

He exhales deeply through his nose. "Damn it."

I move so that I am lying beside him. Our shoulders graze as I stare up at the ceiling.

"Who were you with t