[ Jim is as shocked by the first thug getting thrown right into the wall as the group seems to be. Eyes wide, he startles, his phaser lowering as the situation descends further into chaos. A shot rings out and he lets out a sound, whipping around to see the second shot dead on the ground, and the third held up in the air, struggling desperately.
But Jim's eyes don't linger there. They go to Finn instead, heart lurching up his throat at the way he's clearly got a grip on him. And that look in his eyes—
He rushes over, a hand wrapping around Finn's wrist, not quite trying to tug it down. He knows it would be pointless anyway, and he would rather Finn did it on his own. ]
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But Jim's eyes don't linger there. They go to Finn instead, heart lurching up his throat at the way he's clearly got a grip on him. And that look in his eyes—
He rushes over, a hand wrapping around Finn's wrist, not quite trying to tug it down. He knows it would be pointless anyway, and he would rather Finn did it on his own. ]
Finn! Finn, Stop that. Stop that now.