The footsteps stopped outside his stall.
Ruaan pressed himself flat against the tile and held his breath and looked at the gap at the side of the partition and watched Finn's shadow stop moving.
One second.
Two.
Then Finn's hand appeared at the edge of the partition and pushed it open.
They looked at each other.
Finn's expression did not change. It had the same flat, cold quality it had been carrying since the cafeteria days, since before the game, since the moment Ruaan had understood what was actually behind those tired eyes. There was no surprise in it. He had found what he was looking for and his face simply confirmed it.
Ruaan's eyes went to the pocket and to the edge of metal still visible there.
"Finn," Ruaan said. Carefully. Keeping his voice even. "Whatever you're thinking right now—"
Finn moved fast.
