The delicate protest of the couch's springs as Clarke left it gave Finn fair warning. Not that he was jumpy, in fact he was getting to the point where he was enjoying the little surprise, here and there. And Clarke showing up had been a big one. A big good one.
He settled his hand over hers when she placed it on his shoulder. A little smile wiggling into place. His frustration with the day almost washing away with the embrace. He closed his eyes briefly, at least until she stepped away.
"Who me?" He questioned putting on faux innocence. Finn even tried to look injured by the accusation, before it all kind of crumpled. "Still looking for my shop. I thought the overhead pictures that Jake was taking was going to help, and they have helped me find other places, just none with my stamp on it."
He nodded toward the plates. "I brought food, though, so if I did cause any trouble I'm hoping that will get me out of it."