#interaction: finn

She had just managed to make her way to the very crowded bar when she was suddenly plunged into silence. Val let out a groan, not that she could hear herself with her implant not working. She really needed to get the stupid thing checked out. Now what was she going to do? The bar was still just as crowded, she could communicate what she wanted vocally somewhat, but she couldn't gauge how loud she was speaking without her implant and didn't know if the bartender could hear her. Nor could she catch what the bartender tried to ask her after she attempted to give him her order, there was too much activity going on, and the bartender wasn't in one place long enough for her to be able to read his lips.

They'd been standing there for a few minutes, Val resorting to trying to sign in a way that would be understandable to someone who didn't know ASL and failing miserably when she felt someone come to stand at the bar next to her. She was going to need to give up soon, she was taking up valuable space at the bar and clearly wasn't getting her point across.

Yuri opened the door and took a glance at the two visitors, having to crane his neck to take a look at Finn’s messy mop of blonde hair, his expression changing only slightly. He made a promise, he had to at least try. Finn wasn’t provoking him right now, he could do this.

“Hello there, what are you two doing here? Come in, you don’t look well Fay, do you want some tea?”

“Uh-.....hello...” the one that opened the door was not, in fact, Yuri. Instead it was Ted, red in the face because he too was expecting Yuri to finally come home and being horribly distracted by Finn’s illegally hot upper body.

He cleared his throat, fiddling with his tie as he stammered: “Uh- Can- Can i  help you? Are you- uh....looking for Yuri...? Because he’s out right now...”

Bless him, he is trying so hard, good thing that he was the ultimate assistant and force of habit was kicking in.

When their mother heard Shane was heading into town, she immediately seized the opportunity to saddle him with a task — deliver a few jars of her famous blueberry jam, and of course, extend an invitation to dinner at the house for Finn.

Shane had barely contained an internal groan at her insistence that he be the one to make contact with his youngest brother. Things between him and Finn had been tense for years. Time had granted Shane enough hindsight to wish he could take back some of the things he’d said, but the stubborn part of him wasn’t quite ready to crack open the door to that conversation again.

After everything he had done for their family, it hurt to think that Finn could still give the credit to their father, that he still thought well of the man who had so badly disappointed Shane and continued to live up to that disappointment day after day.

But there was no disobeying their mother when she got an idea in her head, so Shane made his way into Golden Hour, scanning the bar for his brother before plopping down on a barstool, near where Finn was serving a customer. When the younger Parker glanced his way, Shane placed the bag containing jars of their mother's jam on the bar, as if to prove he was there for reason and that was it.

"Mom wanted me to drop this off." he said by way of greeting when Finn finally approached. "And she wants to have a family dinner at the house next Thursday."

I'm not in a relationship due to my choosing not to be, not due to a lack of interest from other parties - and if I were in one then you most certainly would not.

Santana: I saw that stupid movie you love so much.