"FINCHES ARE BIRDS TO WATCH, BUT NOT HANDLE."
WHERE? on the trail | WITH? rowen, nettie, jaylin, jason | MOOD relaxed
WHERE? on the trail | WITH? rowen, nettie, jaylin, jason | MOOD relaxed
Finch moved forward, making a buffer between the two and cocking his head. “The other way around,” he corrected. “Finch Bowmann, registered RN in the process of acquiring my master’s degree. You’re Jason Ford, a psychologist and climbing junkie. You have a son, you’re 29, and you’re prone to headaches which is why I’m carrying Advil, Tylenol, and Ibuprofen in an almost ridiculous quantity. The pleasure is mine, I’m sure.” Flexing his photographic memory was a favorite pastime of the EMT, but more so now that it seemed to be advantageous to know more about this man than Jason knew about him. Like he’d raised his hackles and borne metaphorical teeth in some way. Maybe Antonette didn’t need a guard dog - it seemed they knew she was capable of taking care of herself - but it was almost instinctual. Anyone Nettie reacted that way to didn’t need to be close to her. Those were clear signs of panic, and quite frankly, he wouldn’t have it, both because of the dangers and because it wasn’t good for the group, let alone Antonette. As far as medical instincts went, she had taken priority. Finch thought to address Jason’s stumbling apology, simply giving him a smile in an almost neutral fashion. “I’ll do the life-preserving from here, thank you.”
Finch scratched at his beard, noting the meeting place of his temporal and jawbone as his nails scraped his cheek. To anyone who wasn’t well-versed in Finch’s mannerisms, it looked like he had an itch, no big deal, but the truth was he was flipping through his photo album mind for information on Jason he might’ve gleaned from paperwork or the quick searches he’d done on each of the five he was travelling with. Was there anything he knew that went further that what the organizers had given him? Nothing of value was surfacing, disappointingly enough, so Finch found himself picking at a scab and quickly brought his hand back against the pack. The box of gloves was tucked inside at an angle that he felt, and the little inside joke with himself was appreciated - he smiled inwardly, relieved for the moment. He had what he needed tucked away in there, among syringes and splints and butterfly adhesives and a zillion other things he didn’t have time to run through in his head. It didn’t matter how anyone felt about him.
Rowen’s words made Finch perk up in interest, and he chuckled embarrassedly. High school had been a difficult time for the paramedic, moving from house to house in the city and managing to stay in the same school. Rowen had been one of his only constant friends - and one of the few people he’d managed to keep out of the loop - so to see him again was a welcome occasion. “Finally put my memory to use, and I got accepted to college, didn’t I? Had to know about a kneecap for that one.” The smile Rowen received, unlike Jason’s was genuinely friendly, and to be truthful, Finch had missed Rowen until med school overwhelmed him into a pitiful social life. He took the guide’s outstretched hand, shaking it firmly and offering yet again a bit of reassurance for Nettie. “Rowen’s practically a landform, here. Knowing the place is his thing.”
Finch scratched at his beard, noting the meeting place of his temporal and jawbone as his nails scraped his cheek. To anyone who wasn’t well-versed in Finch’s mannerisms, it looked like he had an itch, no big deal, but the truth was he was flipping through his photo album mind for information on Jason he might’ve gleaned from paperwork or the quick searches he’d done on each of the five he was travelling with. Was there anything he knew that went further that what the organizers had given him? Nothing of value was surfacing, disappointingly enough, so Finch found himself picking at a scab and quickly brought his hand back against the pack. The box of gloves was tucked inside at an angle that he felt, and the little inside joke with himself was appreciated - he smiled inwardly, relieved for the moment. He had what he needed tucked away in there, among syringes and splints and butterfly adhesives and a zillion other things he didn’t have time to run through in his head. It didn’t matter how anyone felt about him.
Rowen’s words made Finch perk up in interest, and he chuckled embarrassedly. High school had been a difficult time for the paramedic, moving from house to house in the city and managing to stay in the same school. Rowen had been one of his only constant friends - and one of the few people he’d managed to keep out of the loop - so to see him again was a welcome occasion. “Finally put my memory to use, and I got accepted to college, didn’t I? Had to know about a kneecap for that one.” The smile Rowen received, unlike Jason’s was genuinely friendly, and to be truthful, Finch had missed Rowen until med school overwhelmed him into a pitiful social life. He took the guide’s outstretched hand, shaking it firmly and offering yet again a bit of reassurance for Nettie. “Rowen’s practically a landform, here. Knowing the place is his thing.”