He couldn't look at Finn, his eyes sliding down to fixate on a point on the bench, fingers tapping without rhythm against his thigh. His chest felt like someone had trapped it in a vice, squeezing tightly against his ribs, making it hard to breathe. Making every breath sharp.

But had made himself a promise, when he went into this. Even if he got hurt, he would make sure Finn didn't. Him being hurt was fine. Finn being hurt was not.

And he'd failed.

He wasn't going to fail him now. So he just took in a deep breath (like needles, right through his lungs), and then nodded, still not raising his eyes.

"I don't want to compromise you, Finn," He said, his voice a little rough. He didn't trust himself to say anything else.