Finn was sure they were happy because they were his friends, not because he ever got around to telling either of them how he felt about them. No. It was unlikely that Finn could ever let his feelings out in the way he wanted to. He barely knew how to soak to himself about his feelings.
"Sorting themselves out? Really?" Finn scoffed. "There's weird, silly eyes on everything around the hotel, I think I have the right to worry and how things sort out here."
He pointed to a mixer nearby. "That thing has better luck with... Any thing... Than I do." Obviously, he was being a bit dramatic as he has proven to be strangely lucky in life, but not in any way that involved love interests.