finch has stopped. he's staring down at the toilet. it looks entirely uninviting. but he's straining, struggling, starting to dance around, moaning as he cramps up.
finch is terrified. through the crack between the stall door and the frame, finch catches glimpses of bright colored skirts and dresses. he grits his teeth, straining.
finch is in hell. desperately trying not to shit. holding it in for all he's worth.
pure agony. finch is sweating badly. every muscle in his body is tensed. tears stream from his fiercely shut eyes.
finch is struggling. rocking back and forth. but it's no use. he's at his limit.