“Finn doesn’t strike me as the type to fight,” I say dumbly. “I don’t think a couple necessarily needs to fight in order for it to not work.” “But it was working!” “Was it?” The question spills out of my mouth before I have a chance to stop it. My sister rears back, her face screwing up. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Bruh shes insane dude. Thats literally a normal ass question
