“I thought I was fine.” Finn half-laughed.
“You’re not fine,” Tox replied.
Finn picked up a fistful of sand and let it run through his palm. “I didn’t realize…” He looked above him.
“Every minute you were in that cave, we were looking for you. How could you not know that?” Tox rested a hand on his best friend's shoulder.
“I’m pretty fucked up, huh?” Finn spoke to the sand.
“You just need help,” Tox said.
“We need to find Cam,” Finn insisted.
Tox stood and offered a hand to help Finn.
“You’re missing too, Finn. Everybody understands. Let's get you some help.”
Finn clasped Tox's outstretched hand and rose, dusting the sand from his jeans. “Yeah, okay. I need to do something first. I’ll be in touch.” He didn’t miss Tox's concerned expression. “Don’t worry. I’ve had a muzzle to my chin a hundred times and haven’t pulled the trigger yet.”
The half-joke didn’t help.
“Relax. I just need to see someone. I’ll be in touch.”
Tox just nodded and unconsciously rubbed his stomach to ease the pit forming. Finn slapped him on the arm. “Calm down, Sasquatch. We’ll continue the hair braiding and pillow fights tomorrow.”
Tox chuffed, “Sounds good. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Finn started to walk off, then turned back to his best friend. “I love you, you know.”
“Oh, fuck you, asshole. Now I’m worried all over again.”
He could hear Finn's laughter even after his silhouette had disappeared into the darkness.