[For whatever reason, that answer seems to get through to Finn fully. It's funny, he didn't realize just how tense his shoulders had been until now that they'd relaxed. Leaning back against the tree, he crooks a half smile in her direction.]
Well. Good. 'Cuz if you're ever not fine, we're gonna have words, Nettle.
[Nice words. About feelings. Maybe. Finn still wasn't sure how to do that for himself, but he knew it was important. And, in some abstract and very new kind of way, Natasha was starting to feel pretty important too.]
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Well. Good. 'Cuz if you're ever not fine, we're gonna have words, Nettle.
[Nice words. About feelings. Maybe. Finn still wasn't sure how to do that for himself, but he knew it was important. And, in some abstract and very new kind of way, Natasha was starting to feel pretty important too.]