AN:Okay, I finally got this chapter done. I wanted to acknowledge something someone commented on. I know it seems like Rory is being a bitch to Logan, and she is, but you have to remember, grief can change people, especially when you lose someone that you were so close to. There are other reasons that Rory is so upset, but they will not come to light for another few chapters. Please let me know how you all like this chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Finn had taken her to a small diner called Jody's. It was a small mom and pop joint that was open 24hrs. Finn led her to a booth in the far back of the restaurant away from the rest of the diner's customers.

As soon as they were seated a waitress in a lime green dress appeared at their table. She was an older woman, maybe late 40's early 50's. Her voice was rough from what was probably years of a smoking habit, if the pack poking out of her apron was anything to go by.

"Hi kids, my name is Joan, I will be taking care of you tonight. What would you like to drink?"

Both of them ordered water, and Finn went ahead and placed a food order for the two of them. Usually Rory would have been insulted by this kind of action, but now she was just grateful not to have to make a decision.

Joan brought them their waters and left the table again. For a while neither of them speaks, but Rory finally breaks the silence, "did Logan ask you to look after me?" Her tone is a little harsher than she would prefer, but she doesn't care at the moment.

Finn doesn't respond right away. In fact he doesn't look of from the table. He's playing with his spoon. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he looks up at her. "Fuck Logan," is all he says and then he looks back at the table.

She's slightly stunned by his words. "What?"

He looks back at her, "fuck Logan. He's a fucking asshole."

Rory wonders what Logan has done to piss Finn of this much. She's never actually seen Finn mad before. Before she has a chance to say anymore Finn starts talking.

"Look Rory, I want you to know that if you need someone to talk to, a friendly ear, I'm here for you." His voice is soft, almost sad.

Rory didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.

Thankfully the Joan came back with their food. She placed, in front of Finn, a large plate of eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast. In front of her Joan placed a plate with a single chocolate chip waffle with whipped cream on top.

She looked up at Finn who was softly smiling at her. "I know you're probably not starving, people rarely are when they are grieving, but from what I remember, you're a fan of the more unhealthy foods. I thought that maybe you'd at least have a couple of bites."

Rory couldn't help the soft smile that forms on her lips. "Thanks" she says quietly as she starts to pour syrup on her waffle.

They eat in a surprisingly comfortable silence, each of them taking turns stealing glances at the other. Finn cleaned his plate while Rory only managed half of her waffle. Finn was right, her appetite had severely decreases over these few months.

Finn waited until the plates were clear before he started talking again. "So are you ready to go home, or do you want some coffee or something?"

Rory flinched at his offer of coffee. It was stupid to get so upset over a beverage, but her and her mom's lives had revolved around coffee for so long. They had once gone to the store and bought several different brands of coffee so they could try them all. They wanted find out which one they truly liked best. It had taken them an entire week to find the perfect brew which had turned out to be the one they had already been drinking.

She shook her head, "I actually haven't drunk coffee for a while."

Finn gave her a dramatized look of shock. "Rory Gilmore, has not had a cup of coffee in months? Are you sure you are who you say you are? I call pod person." He smiled "Maybe possession? Should I get a priest?"

Rory found herself smiling again, this time a little wider. It felt so foreign to her. But a moment later the smile was gone. "Finn, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can."

She struggled to get her words out, "Ho-how come you have...haven't asked me if I'm okay. Or asked me how I am at all? Those are usually the first questions I get ask nowadays."

Finn was quiet for a moment before he started speaking. "Well, luv, that's because I know you are not okay. I know that right now, for you, nothing seems like it will ever be okay ever again." He ran his fingers through his hair. He looked upset about something. "And I don't ask 'how are you', because I know that there are no words to describe the amount of sadness and pain you are feeling. I understand what you are going through. I wouldn't want to try to make you get over it, nor dwell on it. I just want you to know that I am here for you."

Finn sounded like he was talking from experience. For a moment Rory wanted to know what his tragedy was. If only to understand the complication that has always been Finn Morgan. Maybe it would get her mind off he own tragedy for a little while.

Finn's voice interrupted her train of thought suddenly. "Do you want me to take you home, luv?"

Rory didn't want to go home, but she knew that she needed to. She nodded her head and began to get up. Finn followed her out of the booth and headed to the front to pay.

When they made it outside Rory saw that the sun was starting to rise. "Um, Finn?" The tome of her voice was a bit more urgent than she wanted it to.

He turned and looked at her. She could see the slight hint of concern in his eyes. "What's up, luv?"

"Um, well," How was she supposed to ask this without sounding desperate, pathetic or weird? "Well, see, the thing is, it is Saturday, and if I go home my grandma is going to attempt to get me to do something with her. She doesn't know that I haven't been there. Not that I'm under her rule, but she does let me live there for free, but she, like everyone else, is trying to make me 'better' and I'm not in the mood to do anything, especially since I haven't slept, and…"

Finn laughed as he raised his hand to signal her to stop talking. "Rory, if you want to, you are more than welcome crash at my place."

She smiled again, "Thanks Finn."

AN: Oh and Finn has his own past tragedy that will unfold throughout the chapters.