“So…like you and pretty much everything, then.”
“Maybe. I just like trying new stuff. Exploring. Nana was really good at the candles, though. So many kinds of them. Colorful swirly kinds, rolled-up beeswax, dipped and molded and big layered ones…anyway, her favorite season was fall, and so’s mine, and she always made a lot of autumn scents, around then. And she used to…”
He trailed off there, eyes looking at the distance. Wes hugged him more closely, tried to encourage more words or fewer or whatever Finn needed. Tried to be there. Present. As fiercely as he could.
“It won’t sound like a big thing,” Finn said finally, coming back. “It isn’t, I guess, to anyone else. It was just…you know, when I was away from home, on set all the time, filming the show or commercials or the third Junior
