"Skills for my resume?" Rory asked, simply to be difficult. Playfully so, which was a nice change. Of late, she'd been much more likely to sincerely aim for difficult, so a light joke was a vast improvement.
And even more of one? Finn stepping even closer, reaching out to open up her posture a bit. Crossed arms weren't welcoming, but Rory took his suggestion, uncrossing them while shifting her hand in his grip, pressing her fingers between his until she was holding his hand. Examining that like it was something fascinating, before chuckling lightly and meeting Finn's gaze. "Well, a little excitement never hurt anyone," she teased. Now that they were here, capable of talking again, of laughing and smiling and showing genuine affection, Rory didn't doubt that statement anymore. She would've, a few weeks back, but not now. Because excitement now didn't mean anger or shouting or pain. It just meant...well. Whatever they decided, really.