[ He's never heard anyone call Slip a good nickname.
More importantly, Finn, who was sitting down prepared to mind his own business, inasmuch as a person can mind their own business while trying to explain it to another person, looks legitimately alarmed. Like there's a moment of pure, unabashed concern considering this prospect, and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it.
He says, with the utmost and borderline-kind sincerity: ]
You do not have permission to start calling me buttfinger.
[ John is a demon from a hell army, he guesses. What else is new. But there's still that... familiarity in how he talked about it all. Sort of a warmth. Friendliness. That's what can't translate well, probably. That concept of a given closeness.
Finn can never contextualize that with his old life. Just doesn't mesh. He shakes his head. ]
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More importantly, Finn, who was sitting down prepared to mind his own business, inasmuch as a person can mind their own business while trying to explain it to another person, looks legitimately alarmed. Like there's a moment of pure, unabashed concern considering this prospect, and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it.
He says, with the utmost and borderline-kind sincerity: ]
You do not have permission to start calling me buttfinger.
[ John is a demon from a hell army, he guesses. What else is new. But there's still that... familiarity in how he talked about it all. Sort of a warmth. Friendliness. That's what can't translate well, probably. That concept of a given closeness.
Finn can never contextualize that with his old life. Just doesn't mesh. He shakes his head. ]
It didn't work like that for us.