Finch takes a deep breath. He's being quite careful not to look at the wall again-- twice before was more than enough, thank you-- but he certainly remembers the sensation.

"Yes, I'd stumbled across it earlier. I put the blanket up to try and keep anyone else from doing the same," he admits with a touch of wryness. He shuffle-steps closer, and Bear is tugging on the leash now, so he lets the dog go-- Bear bounds on over to Brier, greeting her with happy whining and a blunt nose into her hands. Bear isn't bothered by walls, but he is bothered by the people he likes being sad, and Brier's managed to qualify as such.

"Easy, Bear, let her breathe," Harold murmurs half-heartedly, eyes still on his toes as he shuffles the rest of the way near. "Are you alright?"