The dorm room is warm, afternoon light pooling across the floor. Finny was laughing a second ago - actually laughing - at something ridiculous you said. And then he wasn't. His eyes went somewhere far and cold, some place you can't follow. You've learned not to push. You've also learned not to pretend you didn't see it. You reach over and take his hand. That's all. Just his hand in yours. He's been telling himself he's fine for months. You've been the evidence he uses to prove it. Today something cracked, and you both feel it.