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They were drunk.

They had both been incredibly drunk, and not thinking straight, and tired, and dizzy, and...

Yes, that would be the justification. If anyone found out, if anyone at all asked, they would say that they were not themselves, and that whatever happened could only be attributed to the alcohol. Maybe Tommy wouldn't understand, or Arthur... With his new religious stuff, he would probably freak out the most, if he found out his baby brother had...

No, but why even think about it at all, if the thought of it made the contents of Finn's stomach rise to his throat? No way in hell would he be the one to bring it up, even in the privacy of his own mind. A mess, a downright terrible and idiotic mess. One that didn't need to be remembered, brought up, talked about, processed, or discussed. Isaiah thought the same, didn't he, or else he wouldn't have bolted right away, when they woke up in the same bed, dark circles aunder their eyes, sticky sweat making the sheets cling to them.

I'll fuck everything.

How the bravado had come to bite him in the ass, how his arrogance and lust had gotten the better of him... 

"Finn! Get down here, boy, right now" Tommy called, making him jum out of bed, get dressed and run downstairs. It was a bit of his worst nightmare, that it was, to come down and see his whole family gathered in the living room, looking like something terrible had happened. They knew, Finn thought, they knew and now were going to confront him, throw him out and his life would be over. 

"What is going on?" Finn asked, trying to keep his heart from beating as hard as it beat now. They'll hear it, they'll know, they'll know what happened...

"The Garrison was broken into last night" Arthur said, cap in his hands, eyes on the ground. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it was the first time they hadn't seen something of the sort coming. 

"Why? What the fuck happened?"

"Watch your tongue, boy. There are ladies present" Tommy advised, the customary cigarrete between his lips. "Where were you last night?"

Damn it, fuck, damn... what was a decently enlightening answer that wouldn't give him away? Could he lie? Did he know how to lie? Tommy could see right throw him, Polly too, they probably knew it already, and were preparing to say something. One of them, or someone else, someone knew, someone had seen Isaiah leaving, or had seen them kissing by the front door. Someone, anyone...

"Answer the question, boy" Arthur's voice, making his heart skip yet another beat. How stupid they had been, how idiotic, how fucking careless... fucking Isaiah, he had been the reason of it all, buying them bottle after bottle with the winnings from the stupid football matches. 

"I was out. Patrolling near the church. And then I came back here with Isaiah to count the money from yesterday's match" Finn ended up saying, opting for the half truth. Sure, they had been near the church after drinking about five bottles of rum. And then they had come back to Finn's small home, the one his brothers had given him. The same home they both had keys to, which explained why they had managed to let themselves in. 

"And you didn't see anything?" Polly asked, dragging on her cigarette, looking so wise, so... 

She knows. It's in her face. She knows everything. She knows about Isaiah. 

Nothing. Say nothing. Finn, say something, say you saw nothing, stop thinking about what happened, come on man, say something... 

"Nothing" he ended up saying, his brain going a million miles an hour. Polly's eyes sparkled, and that was the last straw; Finn saw black and didn't even feel his own body hit the ground when he passed out. The last thought running throw his head was that he would need to die if his family was made aware that he had sex with Isaiah Jesus.