Finch was a locked up person. Both physically and emotionally. He never let anyone in, never opened his emotional doors to anyone. Even his home was always locked, and he’d only open it to either enter or leave.
He never intended on giving anyone the key. Ever.
It was too painful, giving someone that much power over him. And in his “non-existance” that kind of power could be fatal. To this day, not once had he given someone the key to his heart. It was secure and safe tied up in all the chains he’d built over the years.
Reese was good at picking locks. With a paperclip even. It’d take more than a paperclip to pick Finch’s lock though. But that’s okay. Reese was really good at picking locks.
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| Mr. Finch (top photo) & Mr. Reese (bottom photo) |
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