She patted his shoulder. "It's not," she said. "We have to do what we can to make it stop." Whatever that was. She just wanted to get it over with, so she could live a normal life doing normal things. Right, right. She got up and patted Finn's head again. "I'll keep you in mind, Finn. For all of that."

Tate waved one hand as she shouldered her messenger bag. Time to go, obviously, now that she'd killed Finn's mood entirely. She shut the door quietly, though, so he would know she wasn't mad. After all, she wasn't vindictive.