Finley's words were comforting even when he didn't want to be receptive to them, making the assurances he needed to hear. Still he couldn't help that feeling in his chest, of a permanent schism between before and after today. His stormy eyes looked away to the ground, and while that twisting expression on his lips had lessened, it wasn't completely gone.
"I didn't want a bigger family," was all he could bring himself to mutter, tone as bitter as the words. Did Caspian? Ryder felt his brother was being so quiet because he didn't want to disagree, but who with? Himself or their mother?
"Can I go?"
He needed to run off these emotions.