Finn gave a very faint smile, a precursor of his usual grin, though his eyes still crinkle at the edges the way they do. "You're really good at that," he told her, solemn as if in real compliment. But then he shook his head, hands going from upturned to fists to scratching his head, really just wanting to touch her in some small way. "Lucky I know how to build a lot of shit," he said, raised-browed.
Then she said that other part, and as soon as the word "right" came from her mouth that way, Finn's grin came back for real, and though he shrugged up his shoulders and stuck his hands back in his pockets, she could see the swagger coming back a little. "I think that, too," he said. "That I don't really care if I don't know what will happen at the next rough patch, I want this enough to enjoy it until I find out, and deal with all that then."