[Short Flashback]
Finn was seated in the backseat, heading to one of his meetings. He sat in silence, rubbing a ring with his thumb while staring at it for quite some time. Not long ago, he had visited Nina, and he was right — Jonathan was slithering his way into her life.
He should've warned her about him. However, considering their recent breakup and his complicated relationship with Nina, he didn't want to come across the wrong way.
"I hate her," he whispered, his eyelids drooping as his gaze remained fixed on the ring in his fingers. "I hate her."
Like a mantra, he had told himself those words countless times today. He had to remind himself. It was the only way to make himself miss her less or perhaps, make him feel less lonely. In his mind, if he could convince himself and eventually believe it, he wouldn't long for her or worry about her anymore.
It was easier that way… for him and for Nina.