[ Knives, yeah, that's a pretty fuckin' understandable one so far as Finch goes - it's not like it's been so long that he's forgotten what happened, even with going home. It's not something that's gonna be leaving him any time soon. ]
[ But he still sighs, goes a little boneless, some kind of relief when Finch tells him it's all right - you can hate them - and it's just such a regular part of the world he used to be in, so understood in a way that he can't wrap his damn mind around. He snatches up the bottle of vodka and shakes his head as he pushes himself up onto the counter, parks himself a seat there and asks hesitantly before he takes a swig: ]
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[ But he still sighs, goes a little boneless, some kind of relief when Finch tells him it's all right - you can hate them - and it's just such a regular part of the world he used to be in, so understood in a way that he can't wrap his damn mind around. He snatches up the bottle of vodka and shakes his head as he pushes himself up onto the counter, parks himself a seat there and asks hesitantly before he takes a swig: ]
You ever used one?