He didn't like the sound of it when she called out, so subdued, so Finn was frowning when he pushed the door open. When he saw her, though, a breath rushed out like a sigh, and he crossed the room without any fuss or to-do, took the stack of clothing right out of her arms to set it down, and pulled her in. He might not have done it a couple of weeks ago, the way they'd been sort of dancing around the issue of leaning on one another, of needing, but getting through all of the things they'd gotten through lately with her brother had given them some practice. Besides, he still wasn't very good at not taking what he wanted. And what he wanted, now, was just to hold.