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Finn listened, because that's all he could really do. He wasn't sure if Ripley would tell him anything new, and maybe that was because he was a very private man, or maybe it was because he had already told Finn everything that morning. But somehow, he didn't think so. Somehow, he felt like there just had to be more to it.

And there was. It was not very concise, but then, dreams seldom were. But the more in depth explanation only raised more questions, even though a few more pieces to the puzzle were forming and sliding into place.

"Had you ever seen the little girl before?" He asked, focusing on that first.

The rest could come in due time.

Well that was creepy.

"Okay. What did she say about the infection?" He asked next, because that part especially was something that Finn had a great amount of interest in, seeing as he had succumbed to it on three different occasions.

Finn's gaze actually flinched when Ripley said what he did about the infection. He had thought that whatever the other man had experienced was something different, hopefully not even related at all. He suddenly wished he hadn't set his drink back down, because he was feeling a strong urge to do another shot right at that moment.

Instead, he let out a long sigh through his nose, a hand raising to run through his hair.

"And the masks. That seems to be a recurring theme with you, now. Mind enlightening me a bit more on those, if you can?" Was he starting to feel just a little bit bitter that Ripley had been keeping this from him? Probably.

Finn's thoughts wandered into the realms of can't or won't? but he thankfully kept these more confrontational ideas off of the table for now. It would do him no good to start an argument, no matter how much his emotions were beginning to broil.

"I see." He said instead, linking his hands together on his lap as he contemplated where exactly to take this little question period next.

"You said the memories were clear, but then seemed confused. Something about Christmas. Can you not remember what it was? Or just why it might have been important?" Because Finn could, based on the fact that Ripley had mentioned dying his hair before that. He knew what memory this was.

Ripley's reaction spiked Finn's own annoyance over the current situation ten-fold. It took everything he had not to say or do anything too rash. He distracted himself by taking the reaction into deeper consideration, testing in his mind what it might mean, or where it might fit.

And then something finally just seemed to click, and while he had more questions, he knew at this point that he was unlikely to get a sufficient answer, if any at all.

"Ok." He nodded, backing off, his body relaxing as he offered Ripley a smile that was as cold and dead as his chest was beginning to feel, as a certain numbness began to spread and take over.

"I have something to say to you, too." He watched as the other man dressed, likely preparing to leave.

"I don't love you." No. Not like this. "And I don't believe that you love me either, so I'm not going to push it. You obviously don't trust me, or you wouldn't have been hiding-" still hiding even now "-whatever the ******** has been going on with you, and that means, I really can't trust you either."

Something inside him was breaking, he could feel it, something beyond the numbness, cracking, splintering away painfully as he continued what he felt he needed to say.

"But it doesn't matter, right? Because love is unnecesssry." His cold smile grew, "And it certainly isn't required between us."

Now this was the part he wasn't sure about. This was the decision he wasn't sure he could make, or should make, given the circumstances.

He took a deep breath, and reached forward to slide a hand up Ripley's thigh, giving it a light squeeze, his smile turning into a smirk even while his gut wrenched, repulsed by the very idea of what he was about to do.

"So let's just forget about it, and about this, and go back to our arrangement the way it was originally intended. If you'd rather not, then that's fine as well." He shrugged his shoulders, and leaned back again, his hand sliding away.

"We had a good run, and the sex has been great. We'll just go back to being friends, if that's what you can even call it. Up to you."

That blank look hurt. The way he seemed to look straight through Finn without seeing him, the way he was able to shrug it all off as if it was nothing hurt. But while the moon hunter had no idea whether or not this was permanent, he couldn't just let go completely. Not if there was a chance to fix this. Not if whatever was tampering with Ripley's emotions could flip the switch back into reverse (as Finn, quite foolishly, hoped could happen).

None of the hurt showed, however, and as Ripley got to his feet, Finn gave a lazy shrug combined with a his typical cold smirk.

"That's all. Unless you want to go again, of course."

Finn didn't want to go again. Finn actually, quite desperately, wanted Ripley to leave so that he could properly focus on what had just occurred, on what he might have just lost. But that self assured smirk remained, his gaze locked on Ripley's. He needed to keep him close, needed to watch him carefully, and for now, this was the only way he could think of to do that.