Bad Liar
I don't know what is funnier, the fact that I had to physically wheel Finn out of the hospital in a wheelchair, or the fact that he fell over when he stood up. I am also questioning whether I am a terrible person for laughing before helping him.
"Stupid dumb leg, who needs it anyway?" Finn growls under his breath as I help him up the porch steps.
"They're pretty important," I reply with an eye roll, bearing more of his weight than I am probably capable of.