He didn't remember much of the treatment, save that they'd stuffed him in a tank at one point. So when he woke to to door slamming open and someone literally slumped on him, muttering, it took a minute to let it filter through.

Finn. That familiar feeling gripped his chest, that desperate and self damaging desire to just be close. The one that had kept him at least three doors down from Finn at any given time, just to avoid.

His hand twisted, just a little, just to he could weakly brush his thumb over Finn's forehead.

"... Tell me something I don't know," he got out, but his voice was far hoarser, far quieter, than he expected.