"Shh!" Rayne immediately shushes him, with a finger against his lips. The small scolding falls away easily, as his eyes now stare down at that pinky held out to him in offering.

How.... childish. It makes his chest hurt, for a second. The person on the other side of this table wasn't Finn, but the offered pinky-- it reminds him of another time, another part of his life, that he'd shoved so far away he couldn't even reach back for it.

He'd broken that promise to Finn, hadn't he? What did promises mean, when he broke them so easily?

Still, Rayne's pinky ends up hooking with Cater's.

"That's right -- I won't take it back. I don't say things that I don't mean."