He was on edge and tense - until Finn said I shouldn't have enjoyed it but I did, and then he just... relaxed.

Oh. He got it now. He hadn't got it before, because he'd been working so hard. But it had worked. It just needed percolation time.

A smile came to his lips, small and fond and a little apologetic.

"It's okay to like it , you know," He said, taking a bite out of his bar. "I know it's hard to think about it like that at first, but it'll get easier to admit it to yourself as it goes." Chew. Swallow. "So what did you want to talk about?"